I think the poetry of the words with its romance, decadence of food, balanced the subject matter nicely.
The food is presented in both a glorious way and gross.
Where I understand that Windgos, are humans whom consume human flesh, it did not seem like they gained anything extra for doing so, and windgos do: strength, speed and healing. You can say, of course they did, because of the way they could go on, where others would have perished. BUT... in this universe that just seems part of the course.
To me, they are not windgos. But since they aren't real, I guess the author and reader, can feel free to change what makes up one imaginary creature from another. And at least, they didn't sparkle.
Food is at best as an expression of love. Cake anyone?
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Stop throwing gnomes at me. They hurt.