5 words:
-slukie
-galiven
-vollow
-slitties
-selukilim
Salt
He’s searching all my cupboards again.
“I told you, I don’t have any.”
“Pepper, ground pepper, cloves…selukilim? You have selukilim and you don’t have salt?”
I smile as he galivenly sniffs the small bottle of selukilim. The kitchen is in a vollow state. Half-chopped onions litter the countertop. Chives, parsley…a whole slukie of vegetables still haven’t been washed.
“What’s this?” He pulls out a half-rotting zucchini from somewhere among the mass of decaying vegetables. He makes a face and tosses it into the slitties.
Categories: fiction · in-class · writing exercises
Tagged: kitchen, salt, strange words
Blending things was part of growing up. At home, in the kitchen, we always blended things. We were constantly blending. My sister would throw in the strawberries as I spooned in the yogurt. She would think there was too much yogurt and so would throw in more strawberries which I then balanced out with more yogurt. It was a constant balancing, canceling, process, by the end of which we’d forget who had started.
When the lid finally went on, we took turns hitting the buttons. We didn’t just blend, we’d mix. Stir! C h o p. Puree. And we poured straight from the blender as if it were a pitcher. That’s how we served: by pitcher-blender. And when we’d had enough for the time being, we’d put the blender with its blended contents into the refrigerator and unplug the base that had no function while its other half was playing pitcher.
Categories: 100 words · creative non-fiction
Tagged: blender, kitchen, pitcher, sister
