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Fiction: Great-Uncle Morrie's Cookbook
Apr. 28th, 2017 08:41 pmTitle: Great-Uncle Morrie's Cookbook
World: other
Word count: 2,364
Rating: G
Prompt:![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
origfic_bingo, kitchen disaster; tic_tac_woe, Wishes go awry/spells rebound
Notes: As soon as I started putting my two bingo cards together, I knew I had to combine these two prompts!
It all started when Joy decided to experiment with making her soup spicier.
The problem was that her son hated spicy food. Joy, her husband, and their daughter would all happily eat food that seared their mouths, but Alexander would throw the soup bowl across the room if his food were spicy enough to please his father—and he was much too old to be throwing food. Punishment hadn’t helped.
So Joy had resorted to making her food relatively bland, enough that everyone was willing to eat it, even if they weren’t always thrilled.
But she was tired of it, and she craved the fire. So she’d looked into ways to make her son’s share of the food palatable to him while the rest of the family ate spices that melded with the rest of their dish, and that had led her to the attic.
So maybe it really all started when she found Great-Uncle Morrie’s cookbook.( Read more... )
World: other
Word count: 2,364
Rating: G
Prompt:
origfic_bingo, kitchen disaster; tic_tac_woe, Wishes go awry/spells reboundNotes: As soon as I started putting my two bingo cards together, I knew I had to combine these two prompts!
It all started when Joy decided to experiment with making her soup spicier.
The problem was that her son hated spicy food. Joy, her husband, and their daughter would all happily eat food that seared their mouths, but Alexander would throw the soup bowl across the room if his food were spicy enough to please his father—and he was much too old to be throwing food. Punishment hadn’t helped.
So Joy had resorted to making her food relatively bland, enough that everyone was willing to eat it, even if they weren’t always thrilled.
But she was tired of it, and she craved the fire. So she’d looked into ways to make her son’s share of the food palatable to him while the rest of the family ate spices that melded with the rest of their dish, and that had led her to the attic.
So maybe it really all started when she found Great-Uncle Morrie’s cookbook.( Read more... )
