I do not “think” I am a monster. I do not “pretend” to be a monster. I am one. And yes, I do consume human flesh, but only because I must. It is a dietary restriction from hell, I assure you. Don’t pretend to be scandalized. It’s not as if you really care anymore. You should read some of my fanmail. If I could blush, I would.
So join me, gentle readers, and see how it is that something as old as me, as experienced, as presumably wise, could possibly be stupid enough to involve himself in human society. I will say that no recipe is successful without proper organization, a plan, proper substitutions. We all make choices. Some better than others. And some with grim consequences.
Welcome to the second volume of my diary and recipe guide. Whether or not you believe in monsters, may you never go hungry.