#unicornchallenge July 11, 2024
In the heart of the city, an old, weathered man had a bright and shiny food truck that catered to the lunch crowd from businesses in the area. He sold fish and chips. Everyone who ate there raved about how delicious the food was. The lunch lines kept getting longer and longer.
Simon was a chef who had gotten his fish and chips recipes from one of his mother’s cookbooks. She loved fish and chips and was striving to find the very best recipe.
After her death, Simon found a small jar in her kitchen that was labeled “Special Ingredient for Fish and Chips.” He had no idea how to find this special ingredient or what it was. It tasted like nothing he had tasted before.
One day, an ancient, wrinkled lady came to the food truck. She was his mother’s friend and told Simon the seed pods he needed only appeared on the night of the third full moon.
Simon gathered the seed pods on the designated night. He began to make the secret ingredient, but it was never quite right. The crowds at the food truck started to dwindle.
As the Legend of Simon, the fish and chips guy, goes, he could be seen at midnight working on the secret ingredient in his food truck.
Did he ever get it right?
You would have to ask the lunch crowd.
Thank you to C.E. Ayr and Jenne Gray for hosting the #unicornchallenge.
The Write Scribe 
Ah now, some of us don’t trust old ladies who talk about stuff like ‘the night of the third full moon’.
Poor Simon, I think this is the saddest story since the second full moon.
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Lol
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rather a good ghost story, especially given that boost the Catholic Church (had in the past) given to this particular cuisine.
engaging tail of fish (and chips)
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Thanks!
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Watch ‘the lunch crowd’ as they eat. Do their eyes glaze over? Do they seem to levitate and float away rather than walking? Do barely audible strains of unearthly music accompany them as they munch? If so, I’d say Simon’s nailed it.
A most entertaining story.
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It’s a well-known fact – maybe even a rule – that no one ever gets their mother’s recipe just right.
So I reckon Simon can search all he likes, he’ll never find the right combination.
A fun story, Rosemary.
And, as well as the rest of the story, I love the device of the question and answer at the end.
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Thanks Jenne!
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Magic is like that: origins hidden, fully in view. The secret ingredient was Simon’s mom!
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