An Ode to Eating

By: Lauren Spagnoletti

Before the ingredients are purchased, before they’re cut up and simmered, sautéed, fried, or roasted, before they’re marinated or seasoned, the joy begins.

Imagining how the dish will come together, how it will taste when all the disparate parts become one: that is when I begin to enjoy eating.

As the scents fill the air, and the surfaces start to brown, the anticipation grows.

A final sprinkle of salt, a touch of cheese, a dash of pepper.

I gently plate my ingredients, which have come together to form a meal.

I create the perfect bite on my fork, and…

Heaven.

My Dance

By: Lauren Spagnoletti

There’s a little dance that goes into it. It’s not choreographed, but years and years of practice have made it possible. It starts with some good music, and pouring a glass of wine. The tools come out, and then the ingredients.

Then the timing takes over. This is where it gets fun. Boil this while you chop that. Simmer this while you mix that. Taste, adjust, taste again. Sip of wine, cut some basil. Drain the pasta, toss the sauté pan. My cues come from smells, colors, and tastes.

It’s my meditation and expression of art. It’s my love language.

Reincarnation

By: Melissa Ratliff

The spaghetti noodle had been down this road before. Stuck to the plate, covered in sauce, last bite uneaten, heading for the trash. It was no fun in the trash. The trash was for rejects. It longed to ride the esophageal slide down to the stomach lava pit before taking in the twist and turns of the intestinal roller coaster. The amusement park for food. Only that could end this reincarnation hell. 83 times and counting. What had it ever done to deserve this as its afterlife? It’s memories of before noodledom were hazy and fading with each new birth.

A/S/Chad (Another Sexy Chad?!)

By: Andrew Monteleone

Howdy!

Chad here!

Hoping to make dating great again? Yes we can!

I identify as a citizen of the universe and a hopeful visitor
to the planet of you.

Me???? Well….

I’m 4’ 3” solid 340, and love the gym and the juice bar
I affectionately call Dunkin’ (with a pouty face and air of entitlement )

I love word association played in loud night clubs!

Earth equals flat.
Meat is murder.
Yes is no, or did I get that backwards. Whatevzz, I’m “totes adorbzzz”

First date: you bring your carbs, I’ll bring my avocados and we’ll see who wins!

Noice!!!!!!!!

Guilt

By: Alexis McGuinness

He looked harried, piling a chocolate bar, a bag of chips and an iced tea onto the counter. She leaned forward, angling her body so as to see around the next customer in line. The cashier perkily counted change for each person presenting their drugs of choice: cookies, alcohol, nicotine. She watched the man collect his fixes and shove them in his bag propped on the counter. She thought he used his broad back to shield his choices from her. Paying for her water, she turned in his direction, “Have a good night.” He frowned as he slunk away.

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