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The Great Write Way, Chapter Two: Twice upon a time...  

A place for Buffistas to discuss, beta and otherwise deal and dish on their non-fan fiction projects.


Aims - May 30, 2006 7:53:04 pm PDT #6848 of 10001
Shit's all sorts of different now.

Comfort Food

My great-grandmother relied on the simple things during The Depression. Simple being inexpensive. Browned ground beef, beans, and cottage cheese. These were things always available and easy to get. It was the staple meal for her family of five, living in Detroit with few pennies to spare. No one ever complained, and conversation flowed freely. Anyone peeking through their window would see the love and warmth coming from that meal. No matter how bad things got, or how much money they didn’t have, they still had each other. Is it any wonder that my grandmother still makes it for us?


Typo Boy - May 30, 2006 7:55:20 pm PDT #6849 of 10001
Calli: My people have a saying. A man who trusts can never be betrayed, only mistaken.Avon: Life expectancy among your people must be extremely short.

Oohh nice Aimee. chili and beans were often a staple in our house growing up. We always had hamburger in the fridge and a pot of beans soaking on the stove. Not the same thing, but similar in spirit.


Aims - May 30, 2006 7:59:24 pm PDT #6850 of 10001
Shit's all sorts of different now.

LOVE that dinner.


Volans - May 30, 2006 10:39:46 pm PDT #6851 of 10001
move out and draw fire

Is it wrong that Erin's drabble made me laugh? In a shock reaction way, but still.


Strix - May 31, 2006 4:09:16 am PDT #6852 of 10001
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger

Raq, I was going for WTF? Yarg!BWAHA!, so as the author, I am happy with your reaction!

Oh, and Connie, the next time my mom makes my grandma's fudge, I'll have to sned some to you. It is quintessential grandma fudge. My mom is not the world's greatest cook, but her fudge fuckin' rocks.


Jesse - May 31, 2006 4:23:49 am PDT #6853 of 10001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.

Drabble.

When I was a kid, my mother was busy. She worked a lot, and traveled for work more than any other parent I knew. Between her and my father, we always had great dinners, but they were quick, and usually followed the latest diet. Breakfast was cereal, and my dad made sandwiches for everyone’s lunch. Now when I come to visit, my mother gets up early to bake. One day it’s banana bread, the next fresh raspberry muffins. She plans out menus she thinks I’ll like for every meal. I don’t think it’s me that she’s comforting when she cooks.


Strix - May 31, 2006 4:35:16 am PDT #6854 of 10001
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger

Aw, Jesse, liked that!

Bittersweet, but mostly sweet.


Jesse - May 31, 2006 4:38:41 am PDT #6855 of 10001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.

Thanks. It just struck me this weekend -- my mother was never a baking sort.


Volans - May 31, 2006 4:52:06 am PDT #6856 of 10001
move out and draw fire

WTF? Yarg!BWAHA!

This was *exactly* my reaction. You can count that a total success.


Strix - May 31, 2006 4:57:29 am PDT #6857 of 10001
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger

I do feel kinda bad, though, cause, well -- I had a vampire kill my dead gramma! In her kitchen! For a laugh!

I'ma gonna fry in hell.