I am participating in the March Slice of Life Story Challenge. Thanks to the co-authors of Two Writing Teachers for creating this supportive community.
Friday night. Time to start thinking about dinner. Neither one of us wants to go out or pick up.
Let me see what I can come up with.
I open the refrigerator and scan the almost-empty shelves, remembering that I really must get to the grocery store tomorrow. Hmmm…leftover broiled flank steak (OK, we have protein), some please-eat-me-before-I-go-bad peppers and mushrooms. I know I have onions and garlic. Sounds like a stir fry beginning to take shape. I check to make sure I have rice…Yes!
I start the rice and begin slicing and frying… but wait! No soy sauce! Then I remember those left over packets from Chinese take-out that we keep for emergencies. I cut a few open and add the contents to my well-on-its-way creation, then quickly jot down soy sauce on my grocery list.
I consider myself a recipe cook, meaning I need one. I plan out meals for the week and list ingredients I don’t have on hand on my shopping list. I marvel at people who can just throw things together and come up with a deliciously decadent dish in a matter of minutes. My stir fry wasn’t quite like that, but on Friday night, I created something of my own…something from nothing.