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amanuensis1 ([personal profile] amanuensis1) wrote2006-03-15 12:43 pm
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"Woman's weapon," my ass.

I read an interesting fic this morning, and it made me think: if you're going to serve someone poisoned food--the kind that needs cooking and assembling--how can you tell if the food's cooked to palatability before you serve it? You can't very well taste it and see. So you'd have to put the poison in at the end. But then you'd have this pot sitting on the stove and what if someone came in and said, "Oh, stew!" and sampled some? So it'd be safer to put it in the individual bowl it was going to be served in. But then you'd have to mix it around in the bowl to mix in the poison. And be careful not to lick the spoon after. And what if it got sloshed around the edges of the bowl and didn't look pristine for serving; then you'd have to put it in another bowl. And wash the first one real quick, before you took the poisoned one out for serving. And what gets out poison residue from dishware? Do you just use regular liquid detergent? Maybe you should throw away the bowl. But what if someone finds it in the garbage; then that's evidence. And what if it's the kind of poison that needs to be cooked into the food a little so the victim doesn't taste it? Then we're back to the pot on the stove. Damn, this is tricky.

Yes, I think about this kind of stuff.

[identity profile] laurelwood.livejournal.com 2006-03-15 06:14 pm (UTC)(link)
And what if the poison needs numerous applications to do its job, a la the infamous sugared donuts in Flowers in the Attic?

Surely there must be some one-dose something out there that one could just inject into a nice chocolate truffle and would do the job quickly and efficiently, leaving the poisoner with the rest of the (harmless) 1-pound box to hork down at his/her leisure. If not, the "poison in the ear" scheme seems the next tidiest possibility.

[identity profile] amanuensis1.livejournal.com 2006-03-15 06:27 pm (UTC)(link)
Ha, from memory, I can recite, "'Arsenic is white, Cathy, white. When mixed with powdered sugar, you cannot taste its bitterness.'" But of course, the "...poured the poison in the porches of my ears..." speech, I don't have down. Typical!