She came back from Cold Storage with heaps of grocery bags in tow. She arranged them one by one on the kitchen table, carefully setting aside the bottles of detergent on the floor near the sink. She took out the packets of instant food and arranged them in the cupboard below. She mentally went through the week's menu. It would be instant noodles, and varieties of instant noodles unless someone invited them out that week.
She started to put the bread away. Behind the remnants of last week's loaf, she found a packet of instant Chilli mix.
The other shoe had dropped.
She stood there, stunned. Her mind rushed to better days, when the Chilli mix represented all that was gay and wonderful in her life. The Chilli mix was to go with the minced meat still in the freezer, and can of beans still in the cupboard. She wasn't sure if they were still edible, it was so many months when she packed those things away. Life was no longer bright, and she didn't feel like making Chilli anymore. Chilli was something to be shared in a pot, with bread or fries. There was to be no more sharing in her life, her heart was closed.
All she wanted to have from now on was instant noodles, because that was all she could handle.
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Instant noodles; it's never good for the body. She has to be very careful what she wish for ...
On the other side of the stove; if she were to make her own chilli mix / paste, (cut them with sissors, boil then blend them) it makes good tasting dishes. Trust me. She should try it out.
Posted by: Abg Piah at 2003年08月25日 00:13:( *hugs*
http://www.mum-mum.info/2003_08_17_mum-mum_archive.html#106165061844151022
not the same chilli but oh well.
Posted by: Wena at 2003年08月25日 10:33hey, I'll fry you an egg to go witht the instant noodles....it's the last resort for supperjoy in college...
Posted by: fooji at 2003年08月28日 11:10I haven't heard the word 'gay' used in that context for sO long. thank you.
Posted by: feirith at 2003年08月28日 20:29