Is it wrong that Erin's drabble made me laugh? In a shock reaction way, but still.
Xander ,'Empty Places'
The Great Write Way, Chapter Two: Twice upon a time...
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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.
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.
Aw, Jesse, liked that!
Bittersweet, but mostly sweet.
Thanks. It just struck me this weekend -- my mother was never a baking sort.
WTF? Yarg!BWAHA!
This was *exactly* my reaction. You can count that a total success.
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.
I liked that a lot, Erin! I was all, OMGWTF?! BWAHAHAHA! ::readies the fryer for Erin::
Typo, excellent drabble. I really liked her "comfort food." Hee.
connie's and Aimee's definitely struck home. My mother was the queen of cooking with hamburger. Not because it was plentiful, but because a year and half of living off the chickens they raised during the depression gave her a severe distaste for the bird.
Jesse, definitely bittersweet.
Lots o' burgermeat in my fam, too.
In addition to biweekly servings of SOS. *sigh* And Swiss steak, although I have no fucking clue HOW it was Swiss. And something called porcupine meatballs, with was rice and hanburger rolled into balls, and stewed in some red goop.
These are wonderful drabbles.
Sadly, I think of comfort food ... and then I just want to go find some. Maybe I'll try to be metaphorical about it.
After I eat.