I'm wondering -- do we need a break? Is it just summer putting people in a vacation state of mind? How about the topics themselves?

Tep, I've been moving, and finishing a book, and all kinds of real-life stuff, which has gotten in the way of drabbling. On a totally personal level, I love the more specific topics -- the photos, the situations (one person lying down, one standing up, etc.), because sometimes the one-word ones are too...well, big for me. But I always love reading everyone else's. And I have been wanting to start again. Which I will do this week! I so decree it. (Because I'm totally the boss of me.)

I'm just tired of navel gazing, and it's hard to come up with drabbles otherwise.

And I'm at the other end of the spectrum from both Amy and connie: I think navel-gazing is the purest and truest source for anything I write, provided I do it well. And I tend to back away from most of the "scenario" topics, because I always feel I'm being artificial about it, unless I get totally lucky and do a good one by chance.

edit: but also, one of the cool things about Teppy's topic choices, for me, is how broad the spectrum is. An off-week for me is almost invariably followed by a topic that makes me work.

This one's autobiographical.

Drabble:

When I was nine, Dad was teaching at a small but prestigious college in North Carolina. Mom had split a couple years before, and we rented rooms to a couple of undergrads. They were stereotypical upper middle class Southern good old boys, and their stereotypical Southern Belle debutante girlfriends would come over from their own college to visit most weekends. I remember this one Saturday I had just made a grilled cheese sandwich for my lunch and was taking it out of the toaster oven when one of the girls came in.

"Oh, that looks wonderful! And it smells delicious!" She paused. "What's the recipe?"

I've been writing a lot, but not always drabbles. And I wrote one a few topics back and decided it was bad and didn't post it.

dcp, I'm laughing like a loon.

I'm a trained cook, and one of the few things on earth I completely butcher every time is your basic grilled cheese sandwich.

Seriously. Nic handles those.

Deb, GCS purists would sneer that I made it in the toaster oven, but at nine I wasn't allowed to use the real stove if Dad wasn't home.

I was just flabbergasted when she said "recipe." At first I thought it was just an automatic Southern Belle courtesy formula. Then I realized she had no clue, and honestly wanted to know how to make the sandwich. She was a social butterfly, in college to snag a future doctor or lawyer or politician and get her Mrs. degree. Kinda sad, really.

Then I realized she had no clue, and honestly wanted to know how to make the sandwich.

"Well, you start with water - oh, wait, I don't have the recipe for that."

My problem is, I either burn the damned through not enough butter (not a fan of fried foods generally), or else I grit my teeth and put too much butter in the pan and it's Grease Central.

Nic can make them. I suck at making them.

You know, if WMGGW wasn't a locked-down WIP intended for eventual publication, there's an entire chapter section dealing with Bree making dinner that I'd simply lift out and post. It's the POV of the narrator, who isn't a foodie at all and never has been, watching the woman he loves put together lamb shanks in quatre epices and a savoyard. And she doesn't know he's watching.

My problem is, I either burn the damned through not enough butter (not a fan of fried foods generally), or else I grit my teeth and put too much butter in the pan and it's Grease Central.

This may sound gross, but it truly isn't: instead of using butter, lightly smear the bread with mayonnaise. It will fry up perfectly, and w/o excess grease.