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A simple Mexican-style succotash can be made from chorizo , onions, garlic, serrano peppers, huitlacoche , and shrimp with salsa taquera. The mild, earthy flavors of the huitlacoche blend nicely with the fats of the chorizo and bond to mellow out the heat from the peppers and salsa. Once again, its earthy flavors bond with the fats that cook the eggs to mellow the flavors into a truffle-like taste.

An important thing to note about huitlacoche is that the blueish color transforms into the recognizable black color only with heat. Any dish with huitlacoche must include a slow simmer of the fungus until it becomes black which also removes most of the starch of the corn and what is left is a black oily paste. In Mexico, huitlacoche is mostly consumed fresh and can be purchased at restaurants or street or farmer's markets throughout the country and, to a much lesser extent, can also be purchased as a canned good in some markets and via the internet. Farmers in the countryside have been known to spread the spores around intentionally to create more of the fungus.

In some parts of the country, they call the fungus "hongo de maiz", i. When corn smut grows on a corn cob, it changes the nutritional worth of the corn it affects. Corn smut contains much more protein than regular corn does. The amino acid lysine , of which corn contains very little, abounds in corn smut.

From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia. A fungal plant disease on maize and teosint. For the genus of birds otherwise known as "Cuitlacoche", see Toxostoma. Corda [1]. See also: List of delicacies. Quesadilla de huitlacoche , as it's often served in central Mexico. Food portal Fungi portal.

American Phytopathological Society. Retrieved Entries for "huitlacoche" and "cuicacoche o cuiltacoche". November 8, Accessed online vis Google Books October 24, Annual Review of Genetics. Monograph no. Plant Cell. Mol Cell Biol. November Molecular Cell. Fungal Biology and Biotechnology.

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A fierce frown wrinkled his brow as his eyes slashed over her. Karma looked down at herself and shrugged. The boots came up to where the black stretch pants left off, and the blue shirt covered her torso even though the top was snug.

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The clothes did fit, but he was right about the fabric not hiding much. It seemed tight, but she could move easily. I think he was surprised you slept in. He then mumbled under his breath a few more words about how Gears was trying to make his life miserable. With a frown now permanently plastered on his face, he put his hand on the doorknob and swung the door wide.

The entrance was a large double door, but the opposite one stayed firmly shut. What did he expect her to do, run around the base naked? This was better than nothing. He entered the room with head held high and back straight. Karma followed him, and she recognized the huge training room. The massive room had only a mud floor, but the ceiling was cement and at least twelve feet high. She looked up at the columns, which held up the giant chamber, and she let her eyes pass over the different things going on around her.

On her left side, near where they entered, two shirtless men were fighting with jagged looking knives. On the opposite side, a large group of men was practicing with some type of club and shield. The ring in the center was familiar. She remembered Rea in the center, being beaten to the floor while everyone stood by watching.

To banish the raw memory, she looked at all the different sizes and shapes of the men around her. Every male was fit, but they were as different as light and dark. Some were black, some Hispanic, and some maybe Asian or Indian. Tall, short, and medium, the room was a collage of sturdy warriors, and all of them were intimidating and well built. You already look too damn sexy. Especially, not a hot woman like you. He was brushing her off again. If Rea hated doing this so much, he must have an excellent reason to have asked her along. I heard your dad used to do that.

Karma felt like a piece of meat thrown to dogs. She quickly assessed what other weapons were around the room and which ones would be easiest to steal.

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Karma studied Rea. He took bored to a whole new level. When he was with her, he was so expressive and caring. Now he looked like an icy stranger. I get the women around here. If you guys want to get laid, then become better fighters. Learn the rules to make this base secure. You can also bring your girlfriends and wives here once this is fully operational. Who is first up for me to beat?

Rea strolled into the center of the ring without even looking back at her. Karma found her hands going up to her hair. She began swiftly pulling the strands into a tight ponytail. From behind her, she heard some of the men grumbling about fighting Rea. As he stood casually in the center of the mud, he waited like he had all the time in the world. His body was hard and muscular, with strength radiating off of him. As if someone was twisting her internal organs.


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She could feel the heat of the men around her pressing in, and a deeply rooted battle cry was trapped in her throat. She wanted to fight all these men. She wanted to defend Rea even though he was standing so mighty before her. Karma turned slightly to look at the tall, husky, curly-haired man casually striding toward the ring. He stopped when he came to her, and something about him seemed recognizable.

He was talking loudly enough for Rea to hear from where he was standing. She glanced to Rea to gauge what he wanted her to do. No one seemed to hear what he said, and she had no idea what that meant. Disgust filled her at his smell and touch. She tugged away from him. He only laughed at her squirming, but he let her go and slapped her ass.

She restrained herself from striking him, but her muscles tensed to do so. The slap seemed loud in the space. Although it only took seconds for him to touch her, it was as if time had slowed down. When Curly entered the ring, Karma could tell he was slightly shorter than Rea but just as fit. The two of them looked evenly matched.

Curly was a good fighter. He was dangerous. Karma started to study Curly as if she was going to enter the bout with him herself. I showed up yesterday, around the time you kicked out Charlie and Josh. I heard about what went down. Rea bent over with the hit. The crowd of men cheered. The room filled with noise all the way up to the ceiling. Rea got back up quickly, and his eyes flashed with rage. They wrestled to the floor. More cheering followed.

Karma moved closer to the ring. She shifted slightly through the men, who were now captivated by the spectacle before them. They cheered and shouted. None of them even noticed her any longer. As Karma moved through the crowd, she had the urge to call out the command for Rea to focus on what he was doing. He needed to stop looking for her. Biting her tongue, she moved until she was standing on the opposite side of the ring. As she moved, the two men exchanged hit after hit. Blood could be seen smearing across his shirt. She thought she should be appalled at the blood, which splattered on the dirt, or at the crack of bone hitting bone, but she found the fighting dull.

She was resigned, bored even. An odd jaded feeling was filling her. She shifted her weight to the balls of her feet. She was waiting for something. The air crackled with unexplained discord. What was she expecting to happen? It was the way Nash moved, the way he glanced at her. His actions were speaking silently to her. She trusted her instincts. As she saw Nash pull a sleek steel dagger from the side of his boot, she turned and grabbed a handle-heavy throwing knife off the belt of the man shoved next to her.

She balanced the rusted blade on her palm. With ease, she threw the cumbersome knife with practiced grace. Swiftly, she moved again between two more men. Nash hollered with pain and surprise. His eyes shot to her for a second. Her actions startled the man next to her, but she slinked away from him around the circle. None of the men moved quickly enough to stop her. The dagger Nash had held now lay on the ground, forgotten. The knife was stained with mud and splattered blood.

The blade had never reached its intended destination. Nash brought his hand, with her knife stuck between the bones, down to his middle. With a concentrated effort, he pulled the oxidized blade from his skin. Dark, rich blood spurted in all directions. Now that he had the old throwing knife clutched in his good hand, Nash turned to her. His eyes were ablaze in outrage. Nash charged her. In a flash, she felt the swipe of the knife at her belly. Warm blood and ripped cloth fell to the ground. Her body reacted even as her mind went blank.

Karma crouched low, sweeping her leg under Nash. She knocked him backward to the dirt. As her hand reached for the gun hung on the belt of the man behind her, her mind rejected her actions. She fought to focus on what was happening. This was starting to feel like a dream… or a nightmare. Rea threw his body over Nash. He kept him pinned to the ground. They grappled for the knife Nash still held. The sound of a single shot being fired reverberated around the room. As the dirt around him turned red, she spun away. She was lightheaded and trying valiantly to not vomit. What had she done?

She looked around the room. Every man, including Rea, looked tense and alert. Rea stood unsteadily. He stepped between her and the lifeless body. Her eyes jumped to him. She wanted to beg him to hold her, to chase away what had happened. She wanted Rea to comfort her, to tell her he was there for her. Rea would be there for her. He loved her. He took one tiny step forward, then another, until he was only a few inches from her.

Carefully, with his hands steady, he reached out to her. Karma looked down at her hands when he reached for them. She realized she was tightly gripping a gun. Where had she gotten it? Wildly, she spun around. She let her eyes return to the dead man on the floor. A perfect bullet hole was in the center of his forehead.

Everyone was waiting for her to give up the weapon she still clutched. This was evident without the words being spoken. That idea frightened her more than anything that had happened so far. She had killed a man who worked for Rea. What would Rea do? Karma was stunned to see him. Check her memories. They rushed through the men who moved out of their way like they were an avalanche. They got to the far side of the room with Gears following them. Rea opened the door.

The hallway looked like a welcoming sanctuary that would let her escape this madness. She turned to Gears, who was now standing next to her. Gears and Rea exchanged a look. The men were silent, which made the training room seem abnormal. I have to speak to Ken. Take Karma home. Gears looked at the weapon and wagged his head back and forth. Rea pushed it back again. Do what you have to do to look after her.

Maybe I should talk to him instead. You go with Karma. He looked like he was scared of going with her. She hated that. He took a step away from her and moved closer to the training room door. Ken will help me remove the body and talk to the men. Karma meekly followed, feeling dejected. Rea returned to the crowd of men around the body. Want more? Buy it, bitches! Tags: A. Moore , futuristic romance , lady smut. I joined the military just out of high school. I spent my first seven years as a 13 Foxtrot, Fire Support Specialist.

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Where are my clothes normally? Karma was left standing in the doorway, and as Gears left she mulled over what to do next. Your boots are over by the chair. Put them on and come with me. Are we antisocial?


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It was apparent he was now dismissing her from his thoughts. A few other men gave out hoots and whistles behind her. He adjusted the small pistol on his belt so he could grab his balls and wink at her. He threw the first punch.


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Nash swore at her in fury. Rea stumbled backward. Shock etched into his features as he rotated his head toward her. I knew you switched sides, you sneaky bitch. Finally, there was only an eerie silence in the training room. Rea was not to be swayed. He stepped in front of Gears, handing the gun to him one final time.

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