Mark said, "Annie, I think he just died," and my sister looked up and saw her middle son, wide-eyed, hamburger at his mouth, paralyzed in mid-bite.
Think of it like this: skillfully selecting the very best dish on a menu, after choosing amongst the very best restaurants, out of the very best neighborhoods, of the very best town of the very best city… only to have Godzilla appear out of nowhere and stomp and crush it all mid-bite.
The horse lifted its head, mid-bite, and looked my way.
One example: A quartet of zombies feasting on a dead horse that appeared frozen in mid-bite.
The first day I did it I noticed mid-bite I was eating something I wasn't even enjoying so I stopped.
Some of them were mid-bite their cheesy piece of Fortunato's pizza and still turned all the way around to watch me walk by.
The story of Atreus' revenge on Thyestes is one of the better known examples: Atreus, seeking revenge against Thyestes (don't ask), serves an unwitting Thyestes the quartered and roasted bodies of his three sons, a fact which Atreus gleefully relays to Thyestes mid-bite.
A few weeks back I was at a talk in an old ass building and this little pipsqueak wannabe writer came waddling up to me and interrupted me mid-bite into a beautiful, government-funded salmon crostini hors d'oeuvre and said: "Hey, genius!" (wasn't being sarcastic, actually considers me a genius ha ha very sweet) "What makes a writer a writer?" You wanna know what I said?
Catch yourself in mid-bite: Stop.
It's very smooth, with just a little bit of a bite mid-palate, and a long, slightly bitter finish that keeps the whole affair from getting too cloyingly sweet.
