12/100: taste as a portkey

i remember pouring myself a bowl of baked cheetos, in the green or blue plastic ones we had. if alex or lizzy were over, they’d pour a bowl, too. we’d run into the family room, with its dark wood pannelled walls and the bold teal carpet, and we’d sit on the ground in front of the tv old enough to have a convex screen. i remember throwing a few in my mou…