Suzeeka

My mother did it again! She laid it pridefully on my plate. A coagulated, creative, colorful texture. She called it Suzeeka. I said, "wait!" "Oh mom of mine what is this feast?" She studied the mound carefully and said, "Well it's green and brown." I took my fork and stirred it around. "It's healthy too". I sniffed at the phosphorescent glow. "But I still want to know!" "Is it fit to eat or will I groan in my sleep?" "My dear", she said in a huff, " I make it three hundred days a year. I notice that you are healthy and still here." She turned around. I quietly slid the Suzeeka off my plate and on to the ground. Murmuring softly to myself, I debated the fate of what had been on my plate! "See, I knew you would like it if you tried it," she said. "And it filled you up better than bread!"