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tamingthemuseTitle: Mastering New Arts
Fandom: Original
Prompt: Al Dente
Warnings: continuation
Rating: PG
Summary: After people, the single person alive must learn to survive.
I never had a grill. Well, not a good one.
I once borrowed my mother’s very expensive one, but I didn’t get to enjoy using it. Then I had invited the family to a gathering in the park and it wasn’t me that used the grill. So, I never really got the chance to use a grill. Never learned how to grill.
I had always wanted to, of course. It didn’t help that I didn’t care for meat all that much, couldn’t eat more than half a burger before I set the thing aside and searched for something less… fleshy.
I didn’t dare look for processed meat in any store, nor in any house. It’d been too long since the power went out. All meat left behind was either devoured by hungry animals, or rotted behind sealed doors in grocery stores. Still, that didn’t stop the random cravings.
I used to work in a burger joint, so I couldn’t always resist the temptation.
I bit my lip as I stared out the window in my bed room, the early spring having turned hot. There was a nice wind that lifted the curtain and fanned it over my head before dying and falling and laying heavily on my shoulders, only to be captured by the wind once again. My stomach growled loud enough that the cat sleeping beside me opened his eyes and meowed. I smiled tightly and murmured, “Stuff it, at least you have food.”
Before, I had always had problems with keeping food in the house, so picky of a eater I was. Sometimes I would buy food and let it sit until it turned foul, other times I would refuse to buy food, knowing that I wouldn’t eat it. Hunger wasn’t anything new to me, but I hated being hungry.
I didn’t like going into stores now. The fast food places weren’t so bad, as the heavy duty freezers kept the smell contained. But that still didn’t help me.
I rolled off the bed and slapped my hands on my knees. Welp, I have to get going to get anything done. I stood and stretched my arms over my head, wondering if I should ride the bike, or take my car, using what gas was left. Was I lazy today, or did I dare grow tired before reaching the store?
I missed delivery.
I pulled on my walking shoes and opened the door. I caught the cat before he raced out and held him in my arms, making nonsense to him. He didn’t take his eyes off the great outdoors, and his tiny paws pressed against my chest as he tried for freedom. I tossed him to the floor and quickly stepped out the door, shutting it behind me.
I walked. I like walking only if I had a destination, and I had a destination today. Food.
I arrived at my once favorite store and set down my bag. From inside, I pulled out a scarf and wound it around my head and nose several times, my breath fogging my glasses. Mumbling a curse to myself, I yanked off my glasses and stuffed them in a pocket. I couldn’t see well enough to read, or drive, but I could see enough to walk into the building and through the aisle. I could still smell the spoilt milk and meat, but hunger prove a greater force. I paused down the dusty noodle aisle. My favorite. I picked up as much as my bag would carry and went over to the canned tuna. Some pepper and some spices.
I walked home, hands in my pockets, wondering how I was going to cook the darned things. I pan over an open fire outside seemed to be my only choice, I realized once I got home.
I quickly lit the fire and went back inside. I tied the cat to his leash and brought out my cooking supplies and hoped for the best. I really didn’t like under cooked noodles, but over cooked noodles were worse.
The cat hunted in the tall grass in the circle of his leash and I set water to boil, hoping not for al dente pasta this time around. Then I smiled. I was too impatient to wait the full time it took for the noodles to soften properly, I know this, I’ve done it many times before.
I licked my lips as I read the back of the instant noodles in a box, wondering how this was going to work with the grill.
Well, one way to learn.
Fandom: Original
Prompt: Al Dente
Warnings: continuation
Rating: PG
Summary: After people, the single person alive must learn to survive.
I never had a grill. Well, not a good one.
I once borrowed my mother’s very expensive one, but I didn’t get to enjoy using it. Then I had invited the family to a gathering in the park and it wasn’t me that used the grill. So, I never really got the chance to use a grill. Never learned how to grill.
I had always wanted to, of course. It didn’t help that I didn’t care for meat all that much, couldn’t eat more than half a burger before I set the thing aside and searched for something less… fleshy.
I didn’t dare look for processed meat in any store, nor in any house. It’d been too long since the power went out. All meat left behind was either devoured by hungry animals, or rotted behind sealed doors in grocery stores. Still, that didn’t stop the random cravings.
I used to work in a burger joint, so I couldn’t always resist the temptation.
I bit my lip as I stared out the window in my bed room, the early spring having turned hot. There was a nice wind that lifted the curtain and fanned it over my head before dying and falling and laying heavily on my shoulders, only to be captured by the wind once again. My stomach growled loud enough that the cat sleeping beside me opened his eyes and meowed. I smiled tightly and murmured, “Stuff it, at least you have food.”
Before, I had always had problems with keeping food in the house, so picky of a eater I was. Sometimes I would buy food and let it sit until it turned foul, other times I would refuse to buy food, knowing that I wouldn’t eat it. Hunger wasn’t anything new to me, but I hated being hungry.
I didn’t like going into stores now. The fast food places weren’t so bad, as the heavy duty freezers kept the smell contained. But that still didn’t help me.
I rolled off the bed and slapped my hands on my knees. Welp, I have to get going to get anything done. I stood and stretched my arms over my head, wondering if I should ride the bike, or take my car, using what gas was left. Was I lazy today, or did I dare grow tired before reaching the store?
I missed delivery.
I pulled on my walking shoes and opened the door. I caught the cat before he raced out and held him in my arms, making nonsense to him. He didn’t take his eyes off the great outdoors, and his tiny paws pressed against my chest as he tried for freedom. I tossed him to the floor and quickly stepped out the door, shutting it behind me.
I walked. I like walking only if I had a destination, and I had a destination today. Food.
I arrived at my once favorite store and set down my bag. From inside, I pulled out a scarf and wound it around my head and nose several times, my breath fogging my glasses. Mumbling a curse to myself, I yanked off my glasses and stuffed them in a pocket. I couldn’t see well enough to read, or drive, but I could see enough to walk into the building and through the aisle. I could still smell the spoilt milk and meat, but hunger prove a greater force. I paused down the dusty noodle aisle. My favorite. I picked up as much as my bag would carry and went over to the canned tuna. Some pepper and some spices.
I walked home, hands in my pockets, wondering how I was going to cook the darned things. I pan over an open fire outside seemed to be my only choice, I realized once I got home.
I quickly lit the fire and went back inside. I tied the cat to his leash and brought out my cooking supplies and hoped for the best. I really didn’t like under cooked noodles, but over cooked noodles were worse.
The cat hunted in the tall grass in the circle of his leash and I set water to boil, hoping not for al dente pasta this time around. Then I smiled. I was too impatient to wait the full time it took for the noodles to soften properly, I know this, I’ve done it many times before.
I licked my lips as I read the back of the instant noodles in a box, wondering how this was going to work with the grill.
Well, one way to learn.
