Ted (merovingian) wrote,
Ted
merovingian

My Friend Murray

I finally persuaded my friend Murray to show me where he works. He's been really secretive about it, but I signed an NDA (what does that stand for?) and he let me in. It was this huge library, all vaulted chambers and floor-to-ceiling shelves, only instead of books it was jars full of powder.

"These are all the possible artificial salt flavors," he said, "and every few years we release a new one. This little shelf here is all the flavors we've release so far - Barbecue, Cool Ranch, Nacho Cheese, White Cheddar, Buffalo Wing, Honey Dijon, Lime and Chili, and so on. The rest are the unreleased flavors. Every few years we pick one that seems appropriate and ship it off to the chip people and the almond people and so on. We figure we've got about ten thousand years of new flavors here, and they just keep getting tastier. I can't let you see any of them, of course."

"Why all the fuss?" I asked.

He shrugged. "We read somewhere that whoever controls the spice controls the universe?"
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