"Mmm, we love kidney beans. But then we start admiring their distinguished shade of red and their shape, naturally resulting in some kind of anthropomorphizing. How does this kidney bean feel, we ask. What would this kidney bean be doing if she/he weren’t in my burrito?"My kidney beans looked so pert and hopeful in their bowl of homemade chili this evening. Subsequently, my stomach was warmed and filled. I just knew I was eating like a poet.
What is your dinner thinking, saying? Fill in the blank. It is the dinner of a __________.