Yummy (An Older Fiction Story I Wrote)
It was the best place to eat, a place called Yummy. The food was delicious to the point that no one cared about the name, or even why the name was written all over every wall and ceiling possible. Most didn't know however that it was also the same way in the kitchen.
Every time something was made it never turned out well, until something as simple as a word inserted changed everything. The founder and head chef had to have this word to cook well, to eat well. The meals were remarkable every time he saw yummy.
When he'd be out he'd try to control this synesthesia (sometimes with no success), but yummy regularly became his saving grace. Over time the restaurant grew and continued in popularity up until the man's death. Once when asked how he made such remarkably tasty food he pulled out his small word and said, "I just visually remind myself of what the food will be....", and he'd point to the little word while finishing his statement, ".....yummy.", and everyone would marvel at such a quirky approach, never truly knowing what only a few did: he had a food synesthesia.
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