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Leave me alone no I won't even try it I know it's full of nutrients and proteins and I know you like to share thanks but it's slimy and gross and for God's sake it's still alive when you swallow and it makes me wanna oh wow a pearl!
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Showing posts with label 50 word/Food. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 50 word/Food. Show all posts
Monday, 15 September 2008
50 Word/Food: Shell Shock -- by OffsideinTahiti
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Leave me alone no I won't even try it I know it's full of nutrients and proteins and I know you like to share thanks but it's slimy and gross and for God's sake it's still alive when you swallow and it makes me wanna oh wow a pearl!
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Leave me alone no I won't even try it I know it's full of nutrients and proteins and I know you like to share thanks but it's slimy and gross and for God's sake it's still alive when you swallow and it makes me wanna oh wow a pearl!
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50 Word/Food: Beijing Midnight -- by Mac Millings
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Squatting by the charcoal grill, breath mingling with cumin smoke, we await a winter midnight treat. Our Uyghur friend seasons the yangrou chuanr - five pieces per stick; four meat, one fat.
A street vendor, his restaurant had been given two weeks' notice. It was bulldozed, for the city's beautification.
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Squatting by the charcoal grill, breath mingling with cumin smoke, we await a winter midnight treat. Our Uyghur friend seasons the yangrou chuanr - five pieces per stick; four meat, one fat.
A street vendor, his restaurant had been given two weeks' notice. It was bulldozed, for the city's beautification.
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Sunday, 14 September 2008
50 Word/Food: Al Fresco -- by Munni
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It rained, and was too cold for a picnic, so instead we sat in the car and watched the raindrops that landed halfheartedly on the windows and rolled down the glass like slugs. We ate our sandwiches and cake anyway, but it wasn’t the same.
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It rained, and was too cold for a picnic, so instead we sat in the car and watched the raindrops that landed halfheartedly on the windows and rolled down the glass like slugs. We ate our sandwiches and cake anyway, but it wasn’t the same.
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Wednesday, 10 September 2008
50 Word/Food: Passing -- by Tony Parker
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When Keith and Mandy won the lottery, they moved to an exclusive estate near Bath, without telling anyone they knew. Determined to make a good impression on their neighbours, they invited them to dinner.
“Wherever can they be?” asked Mandy, as she glazed the duck breasts, “it’s one thirty already”.
When Keith and Mandy won the lottery, they moved to an exclusive estate near Bath, without telling anyone they knew. Determined to make a good impression on their neighbours, they invited them to dinner.
“Wherever can they be?” asked Mandy, as she glazed the duck breasts, “it’s one thirty already”.
50 Word/Food: Post Office -- by Mac Millings
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The white-tiled Post Office has tables outside; 3-kuai noodles arc into the boiling pot. Soon, they slop into the bowl. "No cilantro, miss – hot oil!" Bite the raw garlic clove, let the noodles slip down after. "Helloooo! Laowai, take a picture with my son!" This is my Beijing.
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The white-tiled Post Office has tables outside; 3-kuai noodles arc into the boiling pot. Soon, they slop into the bowl. "No cilantro, miss – hot oil!" Bite the raw garlic clove, let the noodles slip down after. "Helloooo! Laowai, take a picture with my son!" This is my Beijing.
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Tuesday, 9 September 2008
50 Word/Food: Temptation -- by Mimitig
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I looked, longingly, at the langoustines on the plate opposite. Luscious and moist. Delicious. Local. But I knew eating could be fatal. Shell-fish and me – we can’t ever meet. Just this once, I thought, so tempting, worth a night of illness.
Boringly, I didn’t risk it – organic salmon, delicious.
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I looked, longingly, at the langoustines on the plate opposite. Luscious and moist. Delicious. Local. But I knew eating could be fatal. Shell-fish and me – we can’t ever meet. Just this once, I thought, so tempting, worth a night of illness.
Boringly, I didn’t risk it – organic salmon, delicious.
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Monday, 8 September 2008
50 Word/Food: Turning Point -- by Zephirine
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He let the omelette get cold on his plate. He ate a few vegetables and looked at his watch.
That's when I knew it was over. Once, he used to love it when I cooked for him.
But as my mother always said, you can't reheat an omelette.
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He let the omelette get cold on his plate. He ate a few vegetables and looked at his watch.
That's when I knew it was over. Once, he used to love it when I cooked for him.
But as my mother always said, you can't reheat an omelette.
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Sunday, 7 September 2008
50 Word/Food: No Accounting -- by Tony Parker
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“So let me see; you want me to take this magnificent piece of sirloin, cook every last drop of moisture out of it, spread caviar over it and then drown it in bisto gravy. Forget it.”
“Let me remind you, officer, this is not your last meal we’re talking about.”
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“So let me see; you want me to take this magnificent piece of sirloin, cook every last drop of moisture out of it, spread caviar over it and then drown it in bisto gravy. Forget it.”
“Let me remind you, officer, this is not your last meal we’re talking about.”
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Thursday, 4 September 2008
50 Word Story: Food
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Here's a little challenge (because I know you like them):
write a 50 word story involving FOOD
and no, you can't just list a 50 word menu - it has to be a STORY.
50 words or less - over to you...
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Here's a little challenge (because I know you like them):
write a 50 word story involving FOOD
and no, you can't just list a 50 word menu - it has to be a STORY.
50 words or less - over to you...
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