Dining

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

A couple prepare a meal.

DINING

We have a routine that works middling well. I make the salad. She makes the entree. I do the pasta. She handles dessert. Like I say, a system that works. Where the wheels come off is when we have guests. Oh I’m not saying it’s a catastrophe but there’s tension. Not as yet to the point of breakage. “Dear will you move your salad making over to the island? I need to be close to the sink to work on this chicken, thanks.” Why he has to spread out all over the place, I’ll never know. Why not work with one ingredient at a time, instead of having several of them out on the counter at once? “Sure honey, I can move.” People could come to watch her to learn how to be disorganized. She only needs so much space because her work is spread all over the place. “Honey, I’ll need one burner for the pasta water. A big one is more efficient.” How anyone could need to use all the burners and the oven to make one meal is beyond me. I could make this thing in two pots, that’s all, just two pots. “There’ll be one freed up once I have the broccoli steamed. You are going to love this broccoli with cheese sauce.” “Yes, I am sure” tearing the lettuce is good therapy. Slicing the tomatoes will even be better. “How long will the chicken be in the oven?” “Oh, I don’t know. Does it matter?” “Well, I have to know when to put the pasta on. I need about twenty minutes, you know.” “We’ll put the pasta on after everyone gets here. You can cook it while we’re having drinks.” How about I would like to enjoy our guests, not be running into the kitchen and worrying about the pasta cooking, how about that? “OK, honey, we can do it that way. I’ll put it on when everyone gets here.” “I am sure that will work just fine. Are you going to refrigerate those salads, dear?” “Yes honey, I’ll cover them with plastic so the air can’t get to them.” Just to let her know I know what I am doing and don’t need her to be telling me how to handle my job. “That’s a good idea.” Like a child he has to be rewarded for every little thing. Why can’t he just do what he is supposed to do without being praised for the slightest effort? Judy is first through the door. I give her a drink. She comes into the kitchen to chat while we put on the final touches. She picks around at what she can get at. Glancing over the table setting with what I project is a critical eye. She says more into the ether than to the two of us, “You two are the envy of everyone. Not all couples can work together without a big fight, you’re universally admired,” picking at a bit of carrot.


Submitted: September 08, 2015

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