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| Winter Solstice, 2023; a short scene | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Dec 3 2009, 08:28 PM (311 Views) | |
| Nukester | Dec 3 2009, 08:28 PM Post #1 |
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Okay, this is nothing more than a scene. But it's cathartic, cuz Nukster is getting to the point with his friends where he's going to STOP COOKING FOR THEM!!! Read on and infer. [Any similarities to anyone living or soon to be killed is strictly likely. Thank gawd none of them know about this board!] Winter Solstice, 2023 Kyle's private medical practice allowed him to set his own hours, and he'd kept them set to be home well before his husband most days, so he could have dinner on the table for Oliver. "Homey, I'm hon!" the cop delivered one of his customary announcements coming thru the door. Few younger than them would have caught the twist on the cliche, "Honey, I'm home!" He unsynched his gun belt and hung it on the coat rack, then put his cap over the belt as he did each night. "Something smells good." He headed toward the kitchen and upon reaching it bent to kiss his seated partner. Kyle kissed him hello. "Leftovers." "Yeah, but what you do to leftovers makes Layla jealous." He wondered why Kyle had so many cookbooks out, as well as a spreadsheet opened on the kitchen island's imbedded computer and small stacks of Season's Greetings cards covering the table. "Whatcha up to?" "Planning our Solstice menu while I've got the address book open. I'm about at my wit's end." The explanation didn't exactly track. "What do Christmas cards have to do with the menu?" Kyle's stressed expression suggested everything! "I've really just about had it with people. I mean, the picky eaters in our group, not to mention the ones with real or imagined dietary issues. Judy's allergic to peanuts, lactose intolerant, and hates most vegetables. Jinny's on another diet-of-the-month plan. Ted's diabetic. Ken & Terri won't eat meat... except chicken, which doesn't count--go figure. Cris and Layla's kid's newest insanity is she won't eat anything mixed together--no casseroles, no goulashes, stews, jumbalyas, you-name-it. David hates sea food, beef, mushrooms, parsley... hell, it'd be quicker to list what he will eat than what he won't." He stopped and turned the laptop so Ollie could see the food column he'd added in the addressbook. "It's gotten so bad I put all their quirks into the database so I could remember when inviting them over who ate what or not. Well, we've reached the point where they have achieved perfect, mutual exclusivity. There is no longer any dish I can think of, that they'll all eat, and for once I'll be damned if I'm cooking two, much less three, main courses to cover." Fish knew how passionate Lewis had become about cooking. "Come'mere, come'mere," he tugged on his partner, pulling him up to receive a hug and a cheek-buss. "You know what? Cook what you want and they'll eat it or they won't. It's an open house, not a sit-down do. They can graze on the side dishes and desserts. Keep it simple. Make mac-n-cheese. You make killer mac-n-cheese." "Carbs and dairy." "Okay then a big mousaka." "Meat, mish-mash, and eggplant." "HOT DOGS!" he meant it as a joke and held a hand up to stop the deluge of objections that was going to bring. "It'll be fine. You always do best when you cook by whim. Don't plan anything. Wait until a dish pops into your head and it'll be perfect, honest! It always is." "Not always, remember the...," he stopped himself. He didn't need to put himself down reciting the occasional failure, spectacular as some of them had been over the years in his mind. "You're right. I'll let the cooking muse guide me. Go clean up. You smell like... awful. Sorta like cat-stuff." "We busted a cat lady with 42 cats living in a small trailer. Most of them had to be put down. Really horrible. She's in for 3 days observation. The city condemned her property. Don't know what's going to happen to her, where she'll go if they release her." "Sounds sad." "It is. The place was a biohazzard." |
| appleridge | Dec 3 2009, 08:33 PM Post #2 |
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cool |
| kyboom | Dec 3 2009, 08:50 PM Post #3 |
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Michael
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This is great Nukester and so true of many get togethers between friends and families today. |
| TimeToFly | Dec 3 2009, 09:07 PM Post #4 |
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James
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I think I know where this is coming from... Should I be scared of that fact? lol, whatever the case interesting story :grin: |
| b32guy | Dec 4 2009, 03:31 AM Post #5 |
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I love it long and wavy!
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You got me - I thought this was your Christmas story. But I soon found out it wasn't. I'd go with the mousaka. You can never go wrong with a good mousaka. By the way - I'm having a fan gathering of around 1200 people - can you cater it? It's in five week. Ha!! Nice story! |
| maskbear57 | Dec 4 2009, 10:52 AM Post #6 |
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Nukester, Great to project them 14 years downline and married...nice, homey scene...thanks for sharing. |
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