Meat That Grows On Trees
by Caroline M Yoachim
Hailey had a degree in business management and a talent for witchcraft, the perfect combination to start her own company if she could come up with the right idea. Most of her best ideas had already been taken--enchanting the calories out of desserts, or trees with blood instead of sap to supply blood banks--magic had been around for decades now, and all the most profitable ideas were taken. Marcel had picked up her half of the rent this month, but he made it clear it was a one-time deal. If she didn't think of something soon, she'd have to go back to living with her parents.
She went to the kitchen to grab lunch, and Marcel was in there eating a FLT sandwich: fake-bacon, lettuce and tomato. He poked at a strip of faux meat that was sticking out from the edge of the bread, and it crumbled onto his plate.
"Just like mom used to make, right?" Hailey teased.
"I don't know whose idea it was to use spells to make talking animals, but I really wish they hadn't done it." He shook his head sadly. Any animal that had enough brains to support a talking spell--anything that could even theoretically talk--was now banned for human consumption. Unethical to eat another sentient species, even if it happened not to be a talker. The official law was that you couldn't eat any animal with a brain that weighed more than 10 grams. "My mom never made a BLT, though. Tacos, on the other hand--she made delicious tacos de seso."
"Brains. I know, sounds weird, but they have this creamy texture," he stopped. "Well, those were mostly banned even before magic came into the picture. Mad cow disease and all that."
Hailey made herself a sandwich and tried not to look disgusted at the thought of eating brains. "Meat substitutes aren't so bad. Maybe you could make tacos de seso with some kind of tofu."