And with a mighty swing of his sword, his enemy was decimated.
On the battle field that is the kitchen counter, the Chef, knife in hand, has no equal.
Carrots, tomatoes, zucchini.
All fall victim to the tyranny of the Chef.
Doomed to face a cruel afterlife bathed in boiling water and dissolved in stomach acid.
Only to be discarded in the form of feces to eventually return to the earth.
The final resting place.
The source and the destination.

– A North Hare