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To Yield Or Not To Yield
I’m not too sure what a Journal should contain but I am a member of the Food and Drink Group, so I thought I would submit this "true" story. I belong to a Creative Writing class and this was one of my submissions. We had to write a short story using only dialogue.
To Yield Or Not to Yield
"How long have you been home," Jody asked her friend over the phone.
"I just walked in the door and am I ever tired and hungry," lamented Christine.
"School seemed longer today," stated Jody. "It must be the time change. It takes me two or three weeks to get caught up on my sleep."
"You’re right about the time change," agreed Christine. "I’ve been looking through the cupboards and can’t find anything to eat that’s easy to fix."
"It’s the same over here, Mom never buys snacks, she thinks that since I’m thirteen I ought to be able to cook something in the oven or microwave, but what?" remarked Jody.
"I think I’ll make myself a fried egg sandwich," said Christine.
"Yeah, that sounds good, let me look in the frig and see if we have any eggs. Oops, no such luck, no eggs," moaned Jody.
"Do you have any bread?" asked Christine
"Let me look in the bread box, Oh yuck, nothing but brown bread and I hate brown bread," complained Jody.
"Make cinnamon toast out of it, you won’t be able to tell the difference," joked Christine.
"Yeah, I could make some cinnamon toast," agreed Jody. "But I would love to have some grits to go with the toast."
"Your mom probably has a box of grits up in the cupboard," Christine fired back.
"Let me check uphere on this top shelf. Yeah, there’s a box and I can barely reach it, ahhhhhhh I got it!" exclaimed Jody.
"I’ve never cooked grits," stated Christine.
"I watch Mom make grits every Sunday, so I probably won’t have any trouble," added Jody. "Let’s see, here are the directions on the back. Water- one cup, grits- 1/4 cup, salt- 1/4 teaspoon, yield- 1 cup."
"How long does it take to cook the grits?" asked Christine.
"It say six minutes. The only thing I can’t find is the yield," uttered Jody.
"Yield?" quizzed Christine. "Is that something you need?"
"Yeah, it says so right here on the back of the grits box," reminded Jody.
"Well, what’s yield?" inquired Christine.
"I don’t know, but it says right here that I need a cup of it," bellowed Jody.
"Check up in the spices, maybe that’s where your mother keeps the yield," directed Christine.
"Let me take a look," answered Jody. "Naw, not in there."
"Did you check the frig?" queried Christine.
"Let me give it a quick look," said Jody. "Naw, I don’t see anything that looks like yield."
"Well, why don’t you go ahead and make the grits and if they taste bad without the yield go ahead and throw the mess out." advised Christine.
"Yeah, that’s what I’ll do. I’ll call you back and let you know how the grits tasted," pronounced Jody.
Later that evening, Jody called Christine.
"Christine, you won’t believe me but the grits were the best I’ve ever tasted," bragged Jody. "Even without the yield."
This is great and funny. Your writing is good and thank you for posting it here. I'm looking forward to more :)
Carol
I so totally agree with all comments and want to tell you that it conjured up something very simular that happened to me.
I had invited my sister Jacquie and her husband over for dinner. This was a big deal. We were both young brides and each about equal with knowledge of cooking. I had decided that I would make the goulash that Mom always made. It was fairly easy and with our budget I could afford all the ingredents.
Things went real well and the meal even tuned out to be very good. My sister called me the next day and wanted the receipe for the goulash that I had served the evening before. Her husband had liked it and wanted her to make it for them.
I gave her all the ingredients and she was off to the grocery store to get the things that were on her list. She called me up from the local A&P store and said that something was wrong. She had been looking for the Golden's Cambell Mushroom soup. She just couldn't find it and had even asked the person in customer service for help. She let me know that they looked everywhere and even looked at the different lists of soups for Golden's Mushroom soup. There wasn't such a brand. "Where did you get it?" she asked. All I could do was laugh and this time Jacquie wasn't laughing with me, she thought I was playing a joke on her.
She hadn't realized that the Brand was Campbell's Golden Mushroom Soup. This goes to show just how easy it is as new cooks to not understand even the simplest of cooking terms.
We laughed over that one for years. I always think of her when I see a Campbell's soup can.
Thank you for bringing back a simple funny incident in my life. She was the tomboy and it was a little harder for her to learn to cook. But in the end she was a very good cook and raised three wonderful boys, of which two went on to become 5 star Chefs.
Nikki
Thanks for the kind words. I'm still learning.
Nikki
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