A D.C. Tale Part 5: Mindy Chilli

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by Ralph LeCan

Marsha's Birthday

Judy brought a guest to the traditional Saturday lunch in late October 1973. It was a bright sunny fall day in Washington. It was also Marsha's 29th birthday and her house mates wanted to do something special -- so the luncheon was arranged to be even more that what it usually entailed. However, as usual, the sweet, familiar aroma of that "special" roasting meat filled the air it had become familiar but never unwelcome!

The three black women knew that Judy preferred the "company" of ladies to that of men, although she did not let it become widely known (it would be a few years before the term "gay" truly came into widespread public use). So they knew that "Mindy" was not only Judy's friend, but also her bed mate.

As for Mindy's part, she had come reluctantly to the function. She had something to tell Judy that would not sit well with her lover, but she felt it was best to say in a crowd so as to minimize the potential for a nasty scene.

Ruth, still in her Nurse's uniform, fresh from a mid-morning stint at the hospital, served drinks while Melissa, as the resident cook, finished basting the rump roast that had about an hour to go before it was cooked to a delicious medium rare. Two weeks ago it had been part of the shapely, but somewhat plump, haunch of a short 26-year-old dark haired "Junior Leaguer" who was selling Halloween candies door to door for charity. Later, as her headless, well-padded naked body lay on the butcher table in the basement, and Melissa began to divide it into a variety of chops, steaks and roasts, Marsha couldn't help observe, "looks like she has really been sampling her wares!"

All three of the black friends had looked over Mindy in that special way they now did for all young women, and a few guys, since they undertook their "hobby" of enjoying their fellow humans as food. Mindy was a blonde, 29 year-old aerobic instructor at a local gym, as that means of exercise had just caught on with the populace. Hence, she had a very spare, lean, but nicely muscled figure -- much like Judy's but even more solid. In fact Judy, while still slender in her own right, had recently acquired a discernible softness (thanks largely to the meals she shared with the three black women).

Melissa, the third housemate, a lawyer with Judy in a medium sized law firm, joined the other and small talk was soon floating through the room. Mindy was also looking over the figures of her three hosts and saw that all could likely stand to spend some time in her class. As Ruth faced away from her and bent over to give Marsha her drink, Mindy thought, "God look at the size of the caboose on that one."

Indeed, the 28 year-old woman's more than ample posterior was a constant annoyance to her, that is, except when she was in bed with her boyfriend Ron. Prior to their lovemaking Ruth and Ron would alternate as the cannibal and the victim in their role-playing. Tomorrow night, it would be her turn to be the "Cannibal Queen" and toy with her lover's, also rather ample, bottom as she "assessed" him for the spit. This play was still a super turn on for both of even, even after eight months of doing it, and their sex was still passionate and very intense. However, Ron still viewed this as fantasy, having absolutely no idea that his girlfriend was actually enjoying human meat!

Earlier, Mindy had looked over Marsha as she sat opposite her and the fleshy brown thighs the lawyer's short skirt revealed, "some real 'thunder thighs' on that one," thought Mindy. Mindy's observation of the three finished with 27 year- old Melissa who she knew to be the cook of the house and, looking at the black woman's round figure thought, "and she must really like her own cooking."

In fact all three black women had been on a real weight "roller coaster" even since they first tasted, and became almost addicted to, human meat nine months ago. Weight swings of ten to twenty pounds were not uncommon and, from the looks of the three heading into the pre-Thanksgiving period, another round of dieting was in order!

Just then, the doorbell rang, and Marsha answered it. "Oh hi June," she said, a bit of an edge on her voice, Marsha felt June was becoming a real pain in the ass.

For about a month June, the wife of the Dean of the Natural Sciences Department in which Melissa worked at George Washington, had been stopping by to pick up her weekly order of "special pork." June had been introduced to it when, also about a five weeks ago, Melissa had served the meat of a somewhat over the hill "hippie" at a departmental reception -- passing off the meat as coming from a new/exotic breed of pig. June, a 43 year-old, somewhat faded "Southern Bell", had become almost obsessed with the "pork" Melissa served, and soon had a standing order for several pounds every Saturday. She had absolutely no clue what she was really eating or where it really came from!

"Why hello, y'all," June said as she stepped into the living room, "its just lil' ol' me ready to pick up mah weekly goodies."

While Melissa enjoyed jerking the woman around, selling her meat she believed was from that exotic bred of pig, her other two housemates found June a total bore. Her Southern upbringing made her uncomfortable around blacks, she had been taught growing up they were not her equals -- she had since learned otherwise -- but still had difficulty reconciling the two concepts..

Mindy then looked over the short, rather chubby, redheaded woman standing in the doorway and moans inwardly, "what the fuck is this place, a halfway house for over-eaters!" First Judy brings her to this big old house -- where these three well-fed black women live -- to attend a birthday party for someone she never met before. Now, "Miss Southern Ham-hocks of 1953" shows up, looking for more food -- and from the looks of her figure, that's the last thing she needs.

Indeed, June wasn't missing any meals, and her newly discovered love for the exotic meat she had recently been introduced to, hadn't helped her efforts to regain her former beauty queen figure. In fact, it was ironic that Mindy had thought of the malicious reference to a former/faded beauty queen. However, Mindy was partially right as, in the early '50s June had won several beauty contests. Now, as she sought to maintain her former looks, June was using a make-up scheme that was a few years away from gaining widespread recognization when employed -- even more extremely -- by Tammy Faye Baker. However, while June still used a brush to apply her make-up, Tammy Faye was soon to introduce the trowel as an American make-up tool!

So anyway, after a few cursory introductions, Melissa gives June her weekly ten pound package of "special pork", collects $160 and June is on her way to prepare a Saturday night feast. As June heads down the walk, Melissa takes a few seconds to appreciate the sway of her ample hips and, again, vowed that one-day...

While Mindy has been busy assessing the well-fed, women she has recently met, she was certainly not without assessment herself. As Ruth headed into the kitchen to get a second round of the drink she whispered to Melissa regarding Mindy, "that one could be interesting with some proper fattening up, there's a lotta good meat there, but it needs some serious marbling to ensured it's tender."

Oops!

Just then they heard Marsha scream from the living room, and they went running in. Judy was standing over Mindy who had slumped to the floor, blood staining the left side of her blonde hair. "Shit," said Judy, "get a towel, I didn't mean to hit her that hard." The three saw that Mindy had just have an "encounter of the fourth kind" with the large brass horse that had been one of Melissa's graduation presents and, until a few seconds ago, was sitting on the table besides Mindy's chair.

Marsha, who had just come back into the room herself, had heard a hushed but intense argument between the two women. The seated Mindy turned to her standing lover and whispered, rather curtly something about "...his nice juicy cock." The next thing she knew the brass horse and Mindy's head made intimate contact, ably assisted by Judy!

Ruth, with a nurse's training bent over to feel for a pulse on Mindy, there was none, "she's dead."

Judy responded, in a very matter of fact way, "well here's some more meat for the cellar."

Then the tears began to flow as Judy proceeded to tell them the story of how Mindy had cheated on her. "The bitch was balling one of the guys in her Tuesday class and she told me she was seriously thinking of going straight. I thought she was kidding, but she just said she was leaving me and really rubbed it in."

Ruth wrapped a towel around Mindy's head to stop the blood from staining the rug any more. Then she and Marsha easily carried the inert white woman's body down the basement. They knew she was much too light for their needs but, of course, there was little choice. They lay her on the large preparation/butchering table and headed back upstairs.

The event however didn't really put a damper on the meal. Judy jabbered away about how nice and well-muscled Mindy was, and that it should mean some good meat. However, Melissa interjected that the meat would likely be tough because the woman was so lean. After lunch they would consign Mindy's body to the oven in keeping with Judy's wishes, although the others had different recommendations.

Undeterred, they enjoyed lunch and the roast that Melissa had selected was perfect. The meat of the 26 year old woman was delicious. The unlucky victim had been young enough that it was very tender, due also to the well-marhemorrhage characteristic of the meat. Yet she was also old enough that the meat had attained a good flavor, all further enhanced by the fact that its owner had let a rather easy, pampered life.

Enjoying the meat had taken on an almost religious experience for the group. There was little talk as then ate, only the occasional "mmmm" or "boy that nice" murmured low. Judy resisted a third helping thinking she would soon grow as chubby as her three table mates.

Then Melissa brought out the dessert a very creative birthday cake to a round of "ahhs", a perfect model of a nice human thigh ready for roasting, all made out of cake. The 'meat" portion was a reddish devils food cake which had been baked around a marzipan "bone" -- Melissa had found the perfect novelty pan to bake that part. Around it was then wrapped a one inch, or so, thick, shallow pan baked yellow cake to represent the fat, and iced all around (except the two ends,) with a tinted icing that closely approximated a white's skin color.

On it was the requisite number of candles and Marsha was charged with making a wish before blowing them out. Good thing for her that Judy was not a mind reader, as the wish was to see a nicely fattened Judy turning slowly over their fire in the basement!

After lunch Melissa fired up the large oven while Judy and Ruth undressed Mindy's lifeless figure. Ruth could see a bit of remorse in Judy's eyes when she looked at her former lover's naked body. Mindy was not really skinny, but she was wiry and well-muscled. Ruth squeezed one slender thigh and found it hard. She though,"shit, that's gonna be tough!" However Judy still insisted that they roast Mindy in the oven, despite the repeated objection of the others.

As she began to process the body Melissa thought about the desirability characteristics of all animals destined to become food: 1) to be young, 2) nicely fleshed and, 3) --on balance -- female. Until now all of their "house guests" had met all three -- young, plump women (with the exception of one unlucky male who had ably met the other two characteristics. Now, however, here was someone, the nicely muscled, slender young woman who met possessed two out of the three characteristics, yet was less desirable than that nicely padded guy they had cooked. Melissa figured some rearrangement of those three prime characteristics was in order.

Flashback #1: Melisssa's

Suddenly Melissa was carried back in time to a situation where some other very lean, almost scrawny, creatures ended up as food.

For a number of summers, from when she was eight until fifteen, Melissa would spend part of her summer with cousins who lived on a large farm ( at least large for a black family in the fifties) north of Baltimore. When she was thirteen, one warm Saturday night, her cousin Larry took her to a cock fight. It was held in a large building in an abandoned sawmill, the windows covered in tar paper to hide the illegal activity. There were rows of bleachers surrounding the sawdust cover pit.

The crowd of about sixty, mostly older black men, but with a few younger ones and one or two women, was hollering and making rapid fire bets. The latest two roosters, with sharp metal spurs tied to their legs, as extensions of their own scaly ones, flapped and fought, digging the steel into the body of their opponents.

Melissa was mesmerized by the fighting, and became very philosophical, at least for a young teen, as Larry tried to gross her out about the fighting and its bloody conclusion. In fact, Melissa had spent a fair amount of time on farms and was very familiar with the process of beheading chickens for food. Those chickens were usually well-fed and plump and their destiny as someone's dinner finalized with the "thwack" of the ax. She had seen more than her share of the true life version of "running around like a chicken with its head cut off!"

So when Larry said to his younger his cousin, as they sat there watching the winners and losers, "Hey Melis, wanna leave, I can show ya some rooster guts out back as we go." Melissa was undeterred and didn't answer him. She was enthralled with the process where, after some ferocious fighting -- and it’s usually difficult to determine who won and who lost -- the combatants were removed from the ring. Soon a fresh pair of roosters was placed on the sawdust so they could have at each other. She quickly developed a strong respect for those fighters, both winners and losers.

Hence, in response, Melissa asked Larry, "which do you feel had a better ending of its life, a chicken which is fattened and passively beheaded or one who goes down fighting like these tonight?"

This was way too deep for Larry who just said, "Melis, you're weird!" However, it was a question that Melissa herself would ponder for years to come.

Later, leaving the mill, they passed the inert bodies of most of the night’s combatants -- "winners" and "losers' -- the reality was that only a few would go home alive. Several of the poor black farmers were allowed to select one or two of the scrawny carcasses to take home. Unlike their plumper counterparts whose life ended at the hands of the hatchet, and were likely oven roasted or barbecued -- the melting fat of their bodies providing adequate basting -- not so for these recent fowl gladiators. All would end up cooking for several hours in a fricassee or stew until their sinewy meat was tender enough to eat.

Flashback #2: Everyone's

So, as Mindy's naked carcass hung upside down, gutted, beheaded, and washed for the oven, Melissa thought, "this one is not a roaster, a stew or fricassee is best." However, they still had to give into Judy's adamant request for oven roasting.

They didn't have any dressing prepared to properly stuff the body, so Melissa threw a few assorted veggies inside Mindy's body cavity. Then the naked woman's spare body was positioned in the pan, and Melissa stuck the meat thermometer into Mindy's right buttock. She noted that there was only a thin layer of fat encountered before it sunk into the meat -- very different from the one female, and (particularly) the one male, who had previously been oven roasted. However Melissa put a couple of large slices of fat they had in the freezer from former victims over the body so that, when it melted, it would keep the woman well basted -- Mindy's body would provide little of its own.

They then slid Mindy into the oven. As they did, Marsha thought back to a former occupant of the oven, the first guy they had roasted -- he certainly had been plump enough, thanks to their fattening process -- and, Marsha thought, his meat had been utterly fantastic.

Marsha then said to the rest, "hey guys, remember the first time we used this oven?" All the others thought back in time and a quiet fell over the cellar as the woman recalled that special day they had first tasted male meat and, in fact, the first time they ever had tasted oven roasted meat.
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On that August day the sweet mouth watering aroma of the roasting body of a guy named Ted had filled every corner of the house, as the well-padded young man, residing in the 350 degree oven, was cooking to a delicious golden brown. They had taken great delight in fattening up the unlucky future meal to get him nice and chubby -- and recalled how pleased they were that his ample rear-end was a major benefactor of the added weight. In almost hushed tones they quietly re-visited that special Saturday in August.

During Ted's roasting Melissa, as the resident cook, paid half hourly visit to the oven, to spoon the substantial melted fat that covered the bottom of the pan back over the roasting body to keep it well basted. She also checked the temperature on the meat thermometer sunk deep into the fleshiness of his left buttock. After three hours she was pleased to see it read 170, that was "medium rare", and it was time to take him out.

Then the three women, wearing oven mitts had carried the large roasting pan, with its nicely roasted male occupant, to the large preparation table and dumped Ted's cooked body onto the table. While Ruth and Marsha had drained the liquid out of the pan, to take it upstairs and make a couple of delicious quarts of gravy, Melissa tended to carving the body.

First she removed the meat thermometer from his ample buttock, watching a dribble of clear liquid -- more melted fat -- flow out the hole. On impulse she dabbed a bit with her finger and tasted it, it was obviously oily, as expected, but also very tasty. She then rolled Ted on his back and cut the coarse threads that held the special dressing Melissa had concocted to stuff him with. Not wanting to wait, she took a chunk of stuffing between her thumb and forefinger, "ohh, hot," she thought, but popped it into her mouth. "Wow, damn, damn, wow," she said to no one in particular, "Jesus that's outta sight, I hit it just right! She then scooped a large bowl full of the dressing out to take up stairs. It was only 11:15 in the morning and they weren't supposed to eat until noon, so she put it in a warm oven and went down to select the cut of meat for lunch.

Obviously, it had to be a nice "Ted Rump Roast." She had thought at the time, "gee, so far the first cut we have enjoyed has always been from the rear, are we not becoming a cliché. However, the reality that the rump muscle, the "gluteus maximus" is the largest in the body, lotsa good meat there, along with the fact that extra fat parked into Ted's (and also the other's) well-padded bottoms meant that meat was also nicely marhemorrhage and tender.

Also thinking back to that day, Ruth recalled that, after she rolled the meaty, nicely cooked male body back onto its front, she took a knife and recalled it was her job to remove Ted's manhood, and its two dependants. Suddenly Ruth had remembered a joke that the guys in school thought was outrageously funny, and she just thought was lame. It went something like: "hey, one thing they can't tax is yer ole pecker, 90 percent of the time he's outta work, 10 percent of the time he's in the hole, and he's got two dependants and they're both nuts!"

Analytically, Ruth had argued with a couple of guys late one night at a frat party, "but 10 percent in the hole means about two and a half hours of sex every day!" The blank, uncomprehending looks she got in return sent her looking for another beer!

Anyway, those guys would really have freaked if they saw her removing the essential maleness from one of their kind. Well-cooked, Ted's package looked so small and shrivelled, and she mused how something like that could ever get large enough to satisfy Marsha, who made regular visits to his room as he was being fattened. However, it had kept Marsha coming back for more.

Ruth had then arranged the appetizer on a bed of lettuce with a few garnishes and set it aside to take upstairs.

Back to the Job at Hand, a Solution: Chili

Each was deep in thought when they finished their reminiscing when things were bought back to the present by Judy who snapped, "lets concentrate on today's meat, forget about yesterday's."

All then became aware of a delicious aroma, which filled the air. Because she was so lean, Mindy was only roasted for one and a half hours. Even then, when they took her out of the oven, and Melissa cut into one spare buttock, she could see the meat was well done. She cut herself a small chunk of the meat of the unlucky woman's bottom and tasted it. As expected it was rather tough and chewy. "This one's definitely stew meat," she said.

Judy had left and just come back downstairs heard the comment and said, "let me taste," aware that she would enjoy her former bed mate in another way. Melissa cut her a chunk and, as Judy popped it into her mouth, offered to the white woman that they should really make a stew.

Judy then made a face, "ugh, yeah, while the flavor is good it is really is tough. But hey, I got an idea, instead of just a stew, why don't we make some 'Mindy Chili'? my Dad left me a killer of a recipe," she then giggled at her unintentional pun, "and I know you have a pot large enough upstairs. So why don't you guys trim the meat off of her and I'll hit the Safeway down on 17th for the other ingredients."

"Wait,' said Melissa, "here's the address of a wholesale place the school uses, your need to get some institutional sized can of kidney beans and some large bags of onions, peppers and tomatoes, as well as a can of chili powder.

Ruth, who had also just wandered down offered, "I'll go with you."

"Tomatoes in chili, beans in chili" sniffed Marsha who was the last down the steps and overheard the tail end of the conversation: where I come from in Texas it's treason to put beans and tomatoes in chili, what your makin' is damn 'Yankee Chili'! Why my daddy would turn over in his grave if he knew I was eatin' chili made from tomatoes and beans".

"Oh yeah," retorted Ruth, "an what would he do if he knew the meat in that chili was also human!"

Marsha fell silent and, to break the tension, Judy interjected, "well, whatever, just wait 'til you taste it!"

As the two women left on their shopping expedition Melissa went about the task of skinning the roasted woman, then cutting the meat off the carcass. There was no need to trim away any fat, as little was exposed after Mindy was skinned. Marsha brought a large, 20 gallon pot down the stairs. And, working from the well-muscled calves upwards, Melissa soon produced about 70 pounds of "Mindy meat" cut into bit-sized pieces. She was just finishing when the shoppers returned. As they unpacked the car, Melissa and Marsha wrestled the pot up stairs and put it on the large burner on the old gas stove. She added about a quart of rendered fat from earlier victims (since the meat was so lean).

Taking a can opener Judy opened several institutional sized cans of red kidney beans, while Ruth and Melissa diced up a bag of green peppers, a bag of red ones, a small bag of onions and two large chilli peppers, which were added to he pot. The kidney beans were followed into the pot by a couple of large cans of tomatoes. Judy had explained that the "fresh" tomatoes were anything but. These were followed by salt, pepper, then a half pound of chili powder. "Oh," said Judy, "I almost forgot," and pulled a quart bottle of Louisiana hot pepper sauce, which she dumped about half into the pot.

Melissa lit the burner and took a large paddle and began to stir the contents of the pot that was about 2/3 full. Soon it was bubbling away. "We should be able to have some for dinner," Melissa offered (it was just after three o'clock and all were still stuffed from lunch), "although the chili will still be a little young, three or four hours should be long enough to tenderize the meat".

In the meantime, Ruth went downstairs to tend to the pile of bones and waste tissue left on the table. She piled the bones in a pan and put them in the oven to dry out. A half hour later she would take them out, dump them in a large wicker hamper to cool and thoroughly dry out. Then the next day she or one of the others would don ear protection and run them through the very noisy, but very efficient, grinder, which would produce a fine bone meal, which would about half fill a five gallon pail. From there on out, it was relatively easy to dispose of, out in the countryside, or even used in their own rose garden out back. Indeed they had taken delight in giving the bone meal to friends in small, one pound packages -- claiming it was left over bones from a butcher friend over on Florida Avenue. Many came back and said the meal did "wonders" for their roses!

For the other waste soft tissue --mainly the skin and entrails, Ruth put them in a plastic bag then into the freezer. The next day she would take them to the hospital and add it to the other tissue waste that the hospital generated and which would be disposed of without further examination. It was well before the days of tight regulation regarding the disposal of such waste and, hence, easy for Ruth to get rid of the parts of their "guests" which did not fit into their meal plans.

Dinner's Almost Ready

By the time she had taken the bones out to cool it was close to five and the other were already settling down with their first drinks. The aroma of the chili now permeated every nook and cranny of the house. Judy had been tasting, and adjusting, adding a handful of garlic powder, and a quarter cup of ground cumin. She also announced that Mindy's meat was starting to get nice and tender and by six thirty should "melt in your mouth."

Melissa had cooked up some rice to serve the chili, but again Marsha protested, "first goddamn tomatoes and beans, now rice. Look, I'll fix up a batch of nachos, that's all we need."

"What the hell are nachos?" piped up Judy.

Under her breath Marsha mumhemorrhage, "white bread bitch!" but then went on to quietly explain. Mexican food is often complimented by corn chips made from tortillas, covered with melted cheese and jalapeno peppers. I bought some tortillas and it will only take a few minutes to fix.

Judy, not to be outdone chimed in, "why not just use Fritos instead."

Marsha decided not to even honor that stupid question with an answer and went to get the can of tortillas from the cupboard. Then, in a dedicated flurry, she diced the flat corn meal breads into small wedges, baked them in the oven for a few minutes. Then she took them out, put on grated cheese and some diced jalapenos, then back in. They were ready just as the chili was -- perfect timing.

Melissa ladled out four large bowls of the spicy mixture and took them into the dining room. A jug of red wine appeared as the women appreciated the aroma of the chili as it was put in front of them.

The meal was relatively bereft of conversation as the women savored the special meal, although unspoken, a new threshold had been crossed, and things would never be the same.

A New Viewpoint!

They cannibal gourmets had previously, with few exceptions, not incorporated the meat of their victims into the more involved recipes, choosing instead to enjoy that most delicious of meat simply roasted, baked or barbecued. Hence, in order to ensure that those roasts, chops and steaks were tender and juicy it had been SOP to ensure their victims were well fleshed enough. Now, however, as they savored the delicious chili, like nothing they had even tasted before, it would appear that this was about to change. They knew this special meat could lend a depth, a dimension, a flavor to even everyday dishes that they had not considered. Now, all of the sudden the need to have their future main courses with a certain, higher level of body fat was no longer as important as it had been.

So Judy sat there finishing the last of her second bowl of chili feeling totally stuffed. However, she speared the last chunk of tender meat in the bottom of her bowl and wondered, in a quiet introspective way, where that last morsel of meat had resided on her former lover's body.

However, her three black table mates now viewed Judy, who they still considered a major liability, in a very different light. If the meat of this super-lean, aerobic fanatic could taste so good in chili, well what about Judy whom, although still fairly slender, who had recently put on a few pounds to fill out her figure a bit? Previously the three had considered their "blackmailer" too skinny for a decent meal but, maybe now? Judy certainly would have to start really watching her tail -- the other three certainly were!!!

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