No, not a dessert.
I mean a desert.
Yes, a desert.
poq was passing innocently by a shop which sold miso, and was temporarily thrown into a state of advertising-induced confusion by the alluring scent of the miso soups they offered. So poq ordered one and tried to drink it outside, only to be driven to hallucination by the combination of the rising miso-fumes (like petrol-fumes, only tastier) and the heat of the day, which lead poq to imagine poq in the Western Sahara, with only a pot of camel piss to keep poq going.
Needless to say, for lunch, this was an unnecessarily traumatic experience.
Incidentally, if you are out in the desert and desperately need water to avoid a dessicated death, poq suggests that – no matter what – you don’t drink the camel piss. This is because camels are especially good at conserving water (they do, after all, live in deserts), and what they release is tragically lacking the life-giving liquid you were searching for.
