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Albert’s Stupid Response to My Tuna Endeavor

Albert

My dear friend, Perhaps you only have to know that what you want is tuna casserole in order to recognize that tuna casserole is what you are denying yourself. I stress denying ones self over being denied since you are consciously choosing to not eat (or even to make) the tuna casserole. You are not asking anyone for tuna casserole and are therefore not affording anyone the opportunity to deny it to you. It may be enough simply to participate in this ritual because it is at its very core absurd and in participating in this ritual one is forced to meditate on the absurdity of existence. Would it be any less absurd to actually eat the tuna casserole? You are in effect simply eating so you can live another day to eat again. These are very important questions and when you have answered them your recipe will be complete. Best of luck my dear friend. Albert

Omelette #1

I have realized that the traditional omelet form (eggs and cheese) is bourgeois. Today I tried making one out of cigarette, some coffee, and four tiny stones. I fed it to Malraux, who puked. I am encouraged, but my journey is still long.

Le Sandwich

Spoke with Camus today about my cookbook. Though he has never actually eaten, he gave me much encouragement. I rushed home immediately to begin work. How excited I am! I have begun my formula for a Monte Cristo.

Tuna Casserole!

I find myself trying ever more radical interpretations of traditional dishes, in an effort to somehow express the void I feel so acutely. Today I tried this recipe: Tuna Casserole Ingredients: 1 large casserole dish Place the casserole dish in a cold oven. Place a chair facing the oven and sit in it at length. Contemplate the emptiness of hunger. When night falls, resist the temptation to turn on the light. While a void is expressed in this recipe, I am struck by its inapplicability to the bourgeois lifestyle. How can the eater recognize that the food denied him is a tuna casserole and not some other dish? I am becoming more and more frustated.

Bourgeoisie and Bouillabaise

Current mood:cold

Experienced a setback today. The potato stew formulations I’ve worked with thus far have proved to be inauthentic. I will my bouillabaise universally, but it persists in tasting like paste. The recipe has heretofore lacked something, and is nauseating. I plan to substitute a blank sheet of graph paper for the leeks.