The Little Hand-Held Electric Mixer Who Could

Written with my Tuesday group with the prompts:  cornucopia, apples, pies I like to bake but I don’t do it that often.  I don’t do it that often because I need to keep my blood sugar low.  But I don’t want to write about that.  I want to write about my electric mixer. Thirty-something years … Continue reading The Little Hand-Held Electric Mixer Who Could

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Something Burning

Written with my Thursday group with the prompts:  diner waitress, burning, haphazard groups, in David’s mind We live in a land where the autumn is brown and orange.  The leaves don’t fall from the trees anymore.  They hang on, wilting, defying wind and season and temperament of the sun. The children never learn the color blue. Everything … Continue reading Something Burning

Angel Food

Written with my Thursday night group with the prompts:  Angels don’t have to eat but Gabriel likes it, he missed tasting food, it looked impossible, my first reaction, or “It looks impossible,” Gabriel admitted, “but remember,” he added, pausing for effect, “impossible is my bread and butter.” Rafael winced at his colleague.  It always came … Continue reading Angel Food

Escaping Fresh Produce

Written with my Thursday night writing group with the prompts:  waiting for the rain, in the kitchen, wayfarer, in the hands of God Maryann sat in the kitchen surrounded by fresh produce Frank had carried in just moments earlier.  She didn’t know where he’d gotten this large paper bag of zucchini and tomatoes, eggplants and … Continue reading Escaping Fresh Produce