Before I knew it, the curiosity Kara had sparked about pig intestines had turned into genuine appreciation. The secret was in her expert presentation, much like a novel with a captivating title—when the content is engaging, it leaves a lasting impression.
Initially, most people were skeptical of pig intestines, but a well-prepared dish speaks for itself. Kara's column offered a fresh twist on the recipe that no one in Metropolis had thought possible, capturing everyone's curiosity. Soon, the few brave souls who tried it couldn't stop raving. Word of mouth spread quickly, and what began as a novelty soon became the talk of the town.
Even the TV hosts who had teased Kara days earlier were now openly praising the dish on air, admitting that when prepared properly, pig intestines were undeniably delicious. They emphasized that the recipe required meticulous preparation, but Kara had included a step-by-step guide in her column—from cleaning the ingredients to mastering the cooking technique. It was so detailed that anyone could follow along and recreate the dish.
However, when everyone wanted to see the article for themselves, it was nowhere to be found. With no initial demand, Perry White hadn't sold many copies, and most were returned to the office the next day, leaving him distressed. But by then, Metropolis was in a frenzy, determined to discover what made Kara's recipe so sensational. Tales circulated of a single issue selling at a premium to a wealthy socialite eager to try the dish. This socialite turned out to be none other than Alexander Luthor Sr., the patriarch of the influential Luthor family.
Not long after, Lex Luthor's father publicly praised the dish, comparing it to foie gras but noting that it was even richer and more savory, with a satisfying, hearty texture. He pointed out that while foie gras could cost a small fortune, pig intestines were only a few dollars per serving—a remarkable difference in price and experience. His endorsement made the dish the most sought-after in Metropolis.
For Metropolis, the Luthor family was akin to the Waynes of Gotham. In fact, Alexander Luthor Sr., with his longstanding legacy, was considered even more influential than Bruce Wayne. A simple endorsement from him was more effective than any marketing campaign.
Before long, crowds gathered outside the Daily Planet building, petitioning for a reprint of that day's issue. Perry was overwhelmed by the sudden shift in public interest. Just days earlier, he had nearly dismissed the article altogether. Now, with unprecedented demand, he ordered all remaining copies to be redistributed. They sold out rapidly, and even after a quick reprint, demand remained sky-high. In the days that followed, The Daily Planet had to reprint the issue multiple times to satisfy the fervor.
The excitement soon spread beyond Metropolis, leaving people in neighboring cities bewildered at the idea of an entire metropolis obsessing over pig intestines. When they learned it all stemmed from a recipe column, some shook their heads in disbelief. But in Metropolis, Kara's recipe became an obsession, with people eager to experience the flavor she had described so vividly.
In less than five days, Kara's article had transformed from a source of ridicule into a cultural sensation. At the center of the storm, Kara calmly closed her office door, sipping her coffee as she typed away at her keyboard. She wasn't working on another recipe; instead, she was crafting a juicy piece of speculative gossip, filled with intrigue and imagination. She was so focused that it seemed as if she were pouring her heart into this frivolous story.
Just then, Perry burst into her office, beaming. "Kara, you did it!" he exclaimed, still brimming with excitement from the article's success. He'd never seen anything like it in his career; Kara had achieved instant fame with a single column.
Without looking up, Kara adjusted her glasses and replied coolly, "I'm working, Perry. If it's not urgent, could you please close the door on your way out?"
Perry hesitated, processing her response. Realizing she was toying with him, he rolled his eyes but let it slide. He couldn't resist asking, though. "What are you writing now? Another bold food recommendation for the next issue?"
Kara pushed her glasses up with her middle finger, smirking. "Not at all. I'm writing about who had dinner with whom last night, where they strolled in the park afterward, and which hotel they ended up at—and they didn't check out until morning," she replied, sounding completely serious.
Perry nearly tripped over himself as he returned to her desk, glancing at her screen. Indeed, she was in the middle of writing a lengthy story about a supposed romantic rendezvous. He stared at her incredulously and sighed. "Are you serious? Are you actually going to make me beg?"
Kara suppressed a grin, pretending to misunderstand. "I'm just doing what you asked, Perry. You wanted gossip."
"Auntie, people are going crazy over your pig intestines! No one cares who went to the hotel last night; they're all waiting for your next daring food column!" Perry pleaded.
Kara gave him a sidelong glance, savoring the moment. "What was that? I didn't quite catch it."
Gritting his teeth, Perry finally relented. "Come on, Kara. You know I've always supported you. Do you really need me to beg?"
Feigning indifference, Kara finally gave in. "Alright, since you asked so nicely. My next recipe will feature... chicken gizzards."
Perry looked as if he'd been struck speechless. "Do you have to keep pushing the boundaries?"
With that, Kara's culinary adventures seemed bound to continue, each new column stirring up the culinary world of Metropolis in ways no one could have predicted.