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margaret emmaline chung
 Posted: Feb 9 2018, 02:40 PM
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How lucky we are to be alive right now! .

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Meg waited in anticipation in front of the Mediterranean-style food truck, the delightful scents of cooked lamb and spices delighting her, but making her feel even more hungry. The truck, aptly named “I Need a Gyro,” was located on the Stockton Street Winter Walk, a one-block alleyway that was home to various food trucks, vendors selling their wares, and tiny electronic animals that children could ride around the turf on during the cooler months of the year. It was a cute area for tourists, as the purchasable items, both food and otherwise, were priced accordingly. The food blogger didn’t mind too much, as the tastiness of the dishes more than made up for it. She had been here before to review some of the other trucks, including the one specializing in rotisserie chicken, the New England cuisine one, and the Pho truck. However, she had never visited this Gyro truck, but the delectable smells wafting from the kitchen inside lured her in like a child fixated on a shiny new toy.

She slowly inched forward into the line, her growing hungrier and hungrier by the minute. Meg was still trying to decide what she wanted, as the menu was quite extensive despite the close quarters that the vehicle provided. Obviously she would go with the lamb gyro as she had been craving it since she had gotten in line. Maybe that paired with the falafel or maybe the Saganaki or a slice of the Baklava. All of it sounded so delicious and choosing was just going to be difficult. Her mind raced as she tried to decide, eventually ruling out the Baklava due to its messiness and the falafel just because she wasn’t feeling it. Finally stepping up to order, Meg stood on the tips of her toes so she could make better eye contact with the person inside. “I’ll have a lamb gyro and an order of the Saganaki.” The man inside nodded his head, writing it down on a notepad. “That’ll be $8.50.” She grabbed her wallet from inside her purse and retrieved a ten dollar bill, before placing it for the man to get. “Keep the change.” The man inside took the bill and handed her a receipt. “Thanks, your number is fifty-eight.”

Meg got out of the front of the line, moving to wait near the window for pick-up as she returned her wallet to its place. She also took a notepad and pen from her purse, jotting down a few quick notes about where she was and what she was having. The secondary magazine that she worked for, Cherry Bombe, had asked her to do a feature on the various food trucks around the city and she was sure that with the addition of this Mediterranean restaurant, she would have enough for the article. Meg had visited maybe ten or so of these trendy food vehicles in the past three months, all of the, with very different cuisine and pun-tastic names. Lost in thought as she remembered some of the other stops she had tried, the brunette almost missed someone calling out fifty-eight, letting her know that her much anticipated food was finally ready. The food blogger put away her notepad and retrieved the takeout box before quickly glancing up and down the crowded street. There weren’t many tables with open chairs, but there was one further down the street over by one of the many vendors that sold animal beanies. There was someone sitting at one of the chairs, but Meg hoped that they wouldn’t mind if someone else joined them. She walked over to the table, carefully holding her food in one hand. “Mind if I sit here? I won’t be too long, I promise.” Meg smiled at the person there, hoping that they would say yes.

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 Posted: Feb 9 2018, 02:56 PM
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honey, you mean hunk-ules.

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Life in the city was certainly varied and exciting. With plenty to do and see, and best of all eat. The city had many cuisines on offer, from Asia, to France; from the USA to the Mediterranean! It was the Mediterranean food that a certain Muse was craving. Food from her home country for she did miss it. She may had been in San Francisco for the last ten years or so, but she still missed home. Most people when she tells them that she was from Greece show surprise, assuming that she was from America. She could understand to an extent, but still it did hurt. At least as soon as she slipped into the language she could laugh to herself at the faces they pulled; and it came in handy when tourist were in town and she could help them out. With them it was like being home almost, and they didn’t look at her with surprise and disbelief.

Leia actually liked being another face in the crowd. Where most of her family were happiest being out there, standing out, being above the people. She never was; not to the extent of her fellow Olympians. Of course she liked to be in the middle of everything still, to be the life of the party! Who wouldn’t? But it was not all that drove her. Helping others to be the best in their art as they can be was much more rewarding to her. It was like she was being worshipped, it was different to back in the day, where she could just whisper into their ear without them knowing she was there, but it was still something. Sometimes she was thanked, and other time she was not. Of course not everyone realised it was her helping them; but the mention of a Muse helping them made her smile if she knew she was that Muse. It was nice to know she and her sisters were still invoked in this day and age.

The Muse also liked to people watch, and a young woman caught her eye. She was at first standing in line to the food truck that she had stopped at herself. It was the “I Need a Gyro” one that she was just eating the food they had made. The spices wafting under her nose and reminding her of home. She loved lamb it was her favourite meat, and this was so tender it fell apart in her mouth. She’d need to keep up her Zumba dancing if she was going to carry on visiting this street with it’s many food trucks. The woman she was watching from her table took out a notebook and Leia smiled, ‘Ah a writer, called it!’ She finished off her lunch, wiping her mouth with the napkin. She was about to get up an leave, but something within her told her not to. So she took out her phone and checked her messages, glad to stay a while longer and find out what the next few moments had in store for her.

Leia smiled back up at the woman, delighted to see it was the writer that drew her attention just moments ago. “Of course you can honey, please take a seat.” She put away her phone and gestured to the other empty chair. “Good choice, the guys at ‘I Need a Gyro’ are soooo good.” She said, making conversation. "Leia Joyce." she nodded in introduction. She would had held out a hand, but the others were full at the moment.



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 Posted: Feb 23 2018, 01:22 AM
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Meg was almost grateful that the start-up that she was a receptionist fell apart and went bankrupt. It failing allowed her to go into a pretty horrible funk that then opened her up to the idea of being a food blogger. And without eating takeout in her apartment and writing about it on a small blog never would have had her meet the wonderful colleagues that she now had. The dark-haired woman hadn't actually met most of them as most of them jet-setted around the world in search of the best hole-in-the-wall places or whatever, rather than sticking in one location like she did. However a few did make stops in San Francisco and met up with her for lunch. The others, she Skyped, yet another technology that as very wonderful but made absolutely no sense to her. She was lucky to have such a large group of diverse people that she worked with for her main magazine and she was glad that she had befriended more than a few of them.

This food truck piece was definitely the biggest thing that she had done thus far. This was for Cherry Bombe, a magazine that only put out issues twice a long, but they were thick, full of recipes and works on various restaurants around the world, all of which written by women. The most restaurants that she had reviewed in one article had not been more than three or four, but this one had almost twenty. Food truck culture was pretty big in San Francisco, with the city already full of foodies and hipsters alike that hoped to lure tourists and even some locals in with delicious smelling food that came from a teeny tiny kitchen. "Thank you so much!" The food blogger placed her to-go container filled with food onto the table before placing her bag on the ground next to her chair. "That's what I've heard! Meg Chung. Nice to meet you Leia!" After plopping down into the open chair, Meg carefully opened up the container, then realized that she had forgotten something. She then retrieved her notebook and pen from her purse, placing them on the table next to her food. Probably realizing that this looked weird, she felt the need to explain herself. "Oh, I'm a food writer! I'm working on a piece on the food trucks around the city and I was actually hoping that I could get a quote from you about I Need a Gyro if that's alright."

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Leia was always happy to allow someone to share a table with them. She loved to meet new people, and the woman that wanted a sit intrigued the Muse. She had a feeling about her, as though she was in some form of the arts, writer was her first thought. Leia waved the thanks away, as though it was not needed. Nor was it, for it afforded her some company as much as it did Meg a seat. “And you Meg,” she replied as Meg sat down and opened her food parcel. Leia adjusted in her seat slightly, turning towards the woman as she watched her remember something and proceeded to take out the notebook she had earlier.

If Leia was in any doubt of the woman’s creative leanings, she was soon to have them confirmed. She smiled a knowing smile as Meg explained herself. Not that she needed to do that; a Muse has an inkling of these things, it was her job to be aware and to offer inspiration if they needed it. In truth it was tempting for the Goddess to just send Meg a spark even if she didn’t need it, to give a small whisper of something in her ear. Of course that was not so possible as it was back in her own world. She would have to actually say something, subtle and something they might not have thought of before. She also needed to have more information than she had. So for now she’d wait.

“Sure honey, I can do that!” She chimed, giving an expressive nod. She pushed away her own finished dinner so Meg had more room. “What do you need to know?” She asked, opening her arms out in question before laying them down on the table, crossed. Leia supposed she just wanted a simple ‘out of ten’ or ‘I love them, my favourite is’. Yet Leia wanted to know more about her article in truth. She was a nosey muse and loved to listen to others work. Meg was no different, and Leia just wanted to learn more about the woman and her work..



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