Peppermint 22, FOTD: Leftovers
Title: Leftovers
Main Story: In The Heart
Flavors, Toppings, Extras: FOTD (olio: a dish of many ingredients.), peppermint 22 (plate), My Treat (The Hirschfield-Kendall family at the dinner table.), fresh strawberries (the shaggy parasol mushrooms), malt (back to school: Nathan : someone's been eating my porridge), cherry (essay format plus, well, Summer).
Word Count: 912
Rating: PG
Summary: Summer writes an essay; her teacher misses the point.
Notes: Clearly I'm on an essay kick. eta: also I won Nano today.
Write an essay about your family.
Dinner is my favorite time of day. I like it because everyone is all together. I especially like dinner on days after holidays, because everyone is home, and Mommy and Daddy are not tense and snappy because the big dinner is already over.
My favorite dinner is the day after Thanksgiving. The TV called it Black Friday, and Ivy explained that it is called that because it is the day that all the big retail stores start their sales before Christmas. She explained that most people are out shopping all day, and that they come home and eat leftovers because they are too tired to cook.
My family does not go shopping on Black Friday. We stay at home and eat leftovers, because Mommy cannot be bothered to cook and neither can Daddy. That is what they said when I asked. Sometimes Aaron takes me and Ivy out and we play basketball, boys against girls. This is unfair, because there is only one of Aaron, and he always loses, but I think that is because Ivy cheats and not because he is bad at basketball. Sometimes we stay home and watch TV instead. Mommy yells at the commercials and Daddy rolls his eyes instead.
When it is dinnertime, Mommy turns off the TV and sends Aaron and Ivy and me in to get out the leftovers. It is my job to get out the plates and the silverware, because I am not tall enough to get the leftovers out. I stack the plates on the end of the counter, very neatly, and line up the silverware just right, and by the time I have it right Ivy and Aaron have set out the leftovers all in a row. We all serve ourselves, and if you want something warmed up then you warm it up in the microwave. We all eat in the dining room, though, because it is more civilized, Mommy says.
This year there was turkey and gravy and mashed potatoes and cranberry sauce and rolls, the special kind that I like to put lots and lots of butter on. For vegetables we had green beans and yams and sweet potatoes with marshmallows and salad. We also had mushrooms, a special kind that Ivy found at the supermarket and sautéed. She told us before dinner that the kind of mushrooms she got are almost identical to a different kind that is poisonous, so nobody ate them except her. We also had three kinds of pie, because we always have three kinds of pie; pumpkin, apple, and chocolate. I had one piece of each.
We all get whatever leftovers we want, and this one day of all days we are allowed to eat whatever kind of food we want. One year I ate nothing but pie and Mommy and Daddy did not say anything. I fill up my plate with turkey and mashed potatoes this year, because they are my favorites, and lots of sweet potatoes and salad because I like them too. Ivy eats nothing but mushrooms and cranberry sauce, and one piece of apple pie. Aaron tells her she is crazy and has a little bit of everything, all mixed up with a big pile of mashed potatoes that turns all sorts of colors. Daddy tells him he is crazy and then gets mad at Mommy because she got the last of the sweet potatoes. I get upset, because I do not like people being mad, and Daddy has to explain that he is only pretend-mad. It is very hard for me to tell when Daddy is only pretend-mad, so he has to explain.
When we get out to the table, we all sit down and say grace. Sometimes that is all we say, "Grace!" and then we eat. Today we say thanks to God and thanks to Mommy and Daddy for cooking and Ivy and Aaron for being there and me for being at all. I like my part of grace, but I am excited for the day when my part of grace is because I did something to help. Then we eat.
While we eat, we talk about all sorts of things. Ivy's school and mine, Aaron's job and why he hates it, what Aaron should do for a living that he will not hate, and other things like that. I do not usually talk. Usually I just listen to everybody else talk. I like it when everybody else talks, because it is very nice hearing my family be all around me and be happy. Sometimes we bicker, and that is nice too, because Aaron always smiles at me so I know it is only pretend-mad and not real-mad. Really I do not need him to tell me, though, because I know that we never fight at the table, not really. The table is for family time, not fights.
Finally, when we are all done eating, we carry our plates back into the kitchen and I help to clean up. I scrape leftovers into the trash can so that Ivy and Aaron can wash the dishes and Mommy and Daddy can put them in the dishwasher. I like this time, too, because we are still all together, and we are still all talking. Sometimes I talk here, too.
Then dinnertime is over and I have to go to bed.
Summer--
The assignment was to write about your family, not dinner. Please see me after class.
Main Story: In The Heart
Flavors, Toppings, Extras: FOTD (olio: a dish of many ingredients.), peppermint 22 (plate), My Treat (The Hirschfield-Kendall family at the dinner table.), fresh strawberries (the shaggy parasol mushrooms), malt (back to school: Nathan : someone's been eating my porridge), cherry (essay format plus, well, Summer).
Word Count: 912
Rating: PG
Summary: Summer writes an essay; her teacher misses the point.
Notes: Clearly I'm on an essay kick. eta: also I won Nano today.
Write an essay about your family.
Dinner is my favorite time of day. I like it because everyone is all together. I especially like dinner on days after holidays, because everyone is home, and Mommy and Daddy are not tense and snappy because the big dinner is already over.
My favorite dinner is the day after Thanksgiving. The TV called it Black Friday, and Ivy explained that it is called that because it is the day that all the big retail stores start their sales before Christmas. She explained that most people are out shopping all day, and that they come home and eat leftovers because they are too tired to cook.
My family does not go shopping on Black Friday. We stay at home and eat leftovers, because Mommy cannot be bothered to cook and neither can Daddy. That is what they said when I asked. Sometimes Aaron takes me and Ivy out and we play basketball, boys against girls. This is unfair, because there is only one of Aaron, and he always loses, but I think that is because Ivy cheats and not because he is bad at basketball. Sometimes we stay home and watch TV instead. Mommy yells at the commercials and Daddy rolls his eyes instead.
When it is dinnertime, Mommy turns off the TV and sends Aaron and Ivy and me in to get out the leftovers. It is my job to get out the plates and the silverware, because I am not tall enough to get the leftovers out. I stack the plates on the end of the counter, very neatly, and line up the silverware just right, and by the time I have it right Ivy and Aaron have set out the leftovers all in a row. We all serve ourselves, and if you want something warmed up then you warm it up in the microwave. We all eat in the dining room, though, because it is more civilized, Mommy says.
This year there was turkey and gravy and mashed potatoes and cranberry sauce and rolls, the special kind that I like to put lots and lots of butter on. For vegetables we had green beans and yams and sweet potatoes with marshmallows and salad. We also had mushrooms, a special kind that Ivy found at the supermarket and sautéed. She told us before dinner that the kind of mushrooms she got are almost identical to a different kind that is poisonous, so nobody ate them except her. We also had three kinds of pie, because we always have three kinds of pie; pumpkin, apple, and chocolate. I had one piece of each.
We all get whatever leftovers we want, and this one day of all days we are allowed to eat whatever kind of food we want. One year I ate nothing but pie and Mommy and Daddy did not say anything. I fill up my plate with turkey and mashed potatoes this year, because they are my favorites, and lots of sweet potatoes and salad because I like them too. Ivy eats nothing but mushrooms and cranberry sauce, and one piece of apple pie. Aaron tells her she is crazy and has a little bit of everything, all mixed up with a big pile of mashed potatoes that turns all sorts of colors. Daddy tells him he is crazy and then gets mad at Mommy because she got the last of the sweet potatoes. I get upset, because I do not like people being mad, and Daddy has to explain that he is only pretend-mad. It is very hard for me to tell when Daddy is only pretend-mad, so he has to explain.
When we get out to the table, we all sit down and say grace. Sometimes that is all we say, "Grace!" and then we eat. Today we say thanks to God and thanks to Mommy and Daddy for cooking and Ivy and Aaron for being there and me for being at all. I like my part of grace, but I am excited for the day when my part of grace is because I did something to help. Then we eat.
While we eat, we talk about all sorts of things. Ivy's school and mine, Aaron's job and why he hates it, what Aaron should do for a living that he will not hate, and other things like that. I do not usually talk. Usually I just listen to everybody else talk. I like it when everybody else talks, because it is very nice hearing my family be all around me and be happy. Sometimes we bicker, and that is nice too, because Aaron always smiles at me so I know it is only pretend-mad and not real-mad. Really I do not need him to tell me, though, because I know that we never fight at the table, not really. The table is for family time, not fights.
Finally, when we are all done eating, we carry our plates back into the kitchen and I help to clean up. I scrape leftovers into the trash can so that Ivy and Aaron can wash the dishes and Mommy and Daddy can put them in the dishwasher. I like this time, too, because we are still all together, and we are still all talking. Sometimes I talk here, too.
Then dinnertime is over and I have to go to bed.
Summer--
The assignment was to write about your family, not dinner. Please see me after class.