FREEWRITING FOOD
Word Count: 214
Sitting outside eating a bowl of kidneys watching the young twin deer I’ve seen five times today and I look up at the clouds and see Norm Peterson. Gotta say that I’d’ve preferred Magnum, P.I or Sam.
Beef kidneys are one of my favorite things and I make them in gravy served over torn-up toasted rye bread. I used to use mashed potatoes but since I only make them when my boyfriend’s away I gear down on the fancy meals. Another of my faves when he goes away is linguini with white clam sauce only I add mushrooms and artichoke hearts and escargot. He calls them snails. And tacos because they’re so messy and oh yes, fried shrimp. Now he does like fried shrimp, but he eats so few and I eat so many that I’d rather pig out alone.
Alone. Now that’s a strange word. It seems to mean lonely yet sometimes it can mean freedom. Freedom is strange in itself; its opposite could be as intensely restraining as shackled. Its societal opposite is oppression. Restriction, behavior, lawful, normal, expected.
Alone and freedom. Twists of the mind and time. Today, alone and freedom gloriously mean I can sit here eating a bowl of beef kidneys and talk with Norm Peterson about words.
lovely, calm and philosophical. i don’t understand, however, why you’re counting 68 whereas i’m on #70 on 29 july…or why the netvibes list next to your name shows “74” entries…numbers can be confusing. especially when you’re trying to catch up. it IS nice to write not one but three or four pieces in a row and then some more ahead of time. especially when you’ve just booked a long overdue trip to paris…
Thank you, Marcus. I’m behind a couple days because of the death of my husband’s brother and just can’t seem to come up into story mode. As of right now, I have 3 to write to be current with today’s (07/30).
When are we going to Paris?