Making food always made him feel both happy and sad.
Every morsel that left his kitchen was a love note to those who ordered it.
A loving response was an empty plate that came back, ready to be cleaned for a new missive.
Leaving food on the plate meant rejection and left him wondering what went wrong.
Seasoning was the key to all great cooking
And he wanted to be known as a Master Chef
Leaving the galley kitchen, he went on deck and breathed in the sea air
That’s when one of the junior officers made a snide remark about breakfast
Yelling obscenities back was probably not a good idea, he realized, as he washed all the dishes
Making traditional Mexican sauces always made Maria smile
Of course, her Abuela made them so well that she should really sell them, but she wouldn’t
Leading to Maria secretly recording the kitchen for the next 24 hours
Everyone will suspect her brother when the recipe gets sold, but she was going to be the…
Stench of burnt sugar permeated the kitchen,
Making the smoke detector chime in with its opinion on the situation.
Everyone came running in to see what happened.
Lee just shrugged and put the butter away in the fridge.
Looks like they would have to settle for plain ice cream, and that just stinks!
Hal looked at Petunia as he left the bathroom. “My god, Petunia! What the hell did you eat?”
Petunia barely looked up from her position on the couch.
“No really. You blew up the bathroom and you didn’t even have the decency to even try to cover it up.”
Petunia closed her eyes and looked away.
“I mean, come on!”
Petunia still didn’t do anything. Hal began to feel stupid for complaining. “Look, I’m sorry. It’s just been hard, and you know about a man and his throne.
Hal moved over to the couch to sit next to her, but Petunia got up and walked away. “Why do you have to be that way?” he asked.
Petunia spared him the briefest of glances before turning away from him.
“Damn it, Petunia! Come here.” When she didn’t move Hal continued. “Is this how you’re going to treat me? You go out all night carousing, not coming home till the morning and you expect me to pretend nothing is wrong. The bed gets awfully lonely you know.”
Petunia left the room. Hal put his head in his hands. “I put a roof over your head.” He looked up from his hands at the door she had walked through. “I put food on your plate. I buy everything you have. The least you can do is give me a little attention!”
Petunia came back into the room and cocked her head to the side.
Hal sighed. “Fine. I’ll feed you first.” He got up from the couch and headed to the kitchen, Petunia following in his wake. He opened a can of tuna and put it on the floor. When Petunia set in on her feast, Hal scratched between her ears, unlocking a deep purr from her.
Hal sunk to the floor next to her. She hit him in the face with her tail. “Cats,” he whispered with a small smile on his face.
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Oliver watched his nephew throw the egg across the kitchen
Vai ducked, and the egg hit the cabinet above her
Eggs covered most of the kitchen surfaces
Really Jim knew he should do something
Still he didn’t say a word as Vai launched a flour bomb in retaliation
Teresa said Oliver could stay with them until he wanted to go home
According to Jim that had been five minutes after the brat had come in the door
You know, this might be the trick to get Teresa to think the same way
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