{"id":36,"date":"2011-04-15T17:59:21","date_gmt":"2011-04-16T00:59:21","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.johnworsley.name\/?page_id=36"},"modified":"2012-05-28T22:16:04","modified_gmt":"2012-05-29T05:16:04","slug":"turophorophobia","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"http:\/\/johnworsley.name\/?page_id=36","title":{"rendered":"Turophorophobia"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><em>From <\/em>The Abyss<em>, Autumn Equinox 1999 edition, vol. 1.7<\/em><\/p>\n<p>She glanced up carefully from the floor, where her eyes had been  assiduously fixed since she entered the room.  It was her table, so she  sat down.  Restaurants were so much work!  At home she had full control,  and didn\u2019t have to deal with it if she didn\u2019t want to.   But here,  there were so many people, and each of them could have ordered anything.   She had to assume the worst, just to preserve her wellbeing; better  not to look at anyone\u2019s table than to risk seeing that stuff.  It was so  unreal!  There was no way it could be natural, no way it could be an  animal product.  She could handle it by itself, in its usual form, but  there was something about the way it lay flaccidly when cut up, the way  it spread and covered everything when heated, that made her quiver and  curdle inside.  And people were so fond of it!  They wanted it on  everything.  She\u2019d had to strictly train her servers not to offer it to  her, because the one time someone had asked her, even the thought of her  food defiled by that plasticky abomination had left her screaming.  She  had Turophorophobia, the fear of things with cheese on them.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>From The Abyss, Autumn Equinox 1999 edition, vol. 1.7 She glanced up carefully from the floor, where her eyes had been assiduously fixed since she entered the room. It was her table, so she sat down. Restaurants were so much work! At home she had full control, and didn\u2019t have to deal with it if&hellip;<\/p>\n <a href=\"http:\/\/johnworsley.name\/?page_id=36\" title=\"Turophorophobia\" class=\"entry-more-link\"><span>Read More<\/span> <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">Turophorophobia<\/span><\/a>","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"parent":16,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","template":"","meta":{"Layout":"","footnotes":""},"class_list":["entry","author-me","post-36","page","type-page","status-publish"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/johnworsley.name\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/36","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/johnworsley.name\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/johnworsley.name\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/johnworsley.name\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/johnworsley.name\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=36"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"http:\/\/johnworsley.name\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/36\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":149,"href":"http:\/\/johnworsley.name\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/36\/revisions\/149"}],"up":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/johnworsley.name\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/16"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/johnworsley.name\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=36"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}