Lunch Munch
He wandered into the kitchen.
She intercepted him. “What do you want?”
He suddenly looked wary and glanced at the clock.
She said, “I suppose you’re wanting lunch?”
He said, “Well, it is about that time. Yes.”
She said, “Well, what would you like? Oh, and we don’t have any bread.”
He points at the cupboard. “I’ll just look for something.”
Because he has the uncanny ability to eat things that are scheduled for recipes, leaving her totally unaware they are gone until inopportune moments, she loudly and passionately interjected, “NO!”
He took a startled step backward.
Again he pointed hesitantly, this time at a jar on the counter. “Then could I maybe have a handful of peanuts?”
She gave him a snack bowl full of peanuts and he dejectedly shuffled away with his starvation rations.
~*~
Thirty minutes later she walked into the TV room carrying a plate. The plate contained a bowl of chicken pasta salad, a juicy cluster of grapes, and a napkin wrapped fork. In her left hand she had a tall glass of minty iced tea.
He glanced up, saw the lunch bounty and his eyes brightened with delight.
She said, “Better than a sandwich and well worth waiting for.”
He said, “Thank you. This looks wonderful.”
She said, “It’s not “wonderful”, it’s salad.”
He laughed.
[Kissing scene omitted.]
She said, “So, how does it feel to be loved?”
He said, “Su-uper!”
Her shoulders sagged and she looked at him sadly. She said, “No, honey, I told you, it’s salad. If you wanted soup you should have said so!” She reached to take the plate away from him.
Laughing, he held the food off to the side where she couldn’t reach it. He said, “It’s okay. I’ll eat this. And I absolutely love you.”
~*~
She loves him, too, but sometimes he is very confusing.
16 Comments
nuts about lunch?
(lovely scene)
Polona — that would have worked as the title, too.
I’m confused with the soup as well 🙂 Oh well…and before you say it pfffft…..
Thom — I don’t understand how anybody could get soup and salad mixed up.
You guys are just CUTE!
Thanks, Melli. That is better than silly, right?
Silly and cute…thanks for sharing this moment with us!
There’s a group one of my elderly friends belongs to at her church. They call it “Souper Tuesday.” They meet at various homes for Bible Study fellowship and serve soup. It’s especially popular in the winter time. Because of the soup, they’ve attracted all ages of people so the group has a lot of life.
She moved in with her grown daughter in a different part of town after her husband died and was pretty lonely until this group found her. Now she has a purpose and a destination every Tuesday evening! Isn’t that lovely?
Kelley — we have Souper Thursday at our church! Actually, it is the Community Bible Study, but since our church is central and has enough room for the 30+ people who show up every week, we have it there.
I’d just like to say that I can fully tell soup and salad apart from one another. Go Me!
Teresa — leave both set on a counter for a few days and I bet you won’t still be able to say that ….
Mr. Fairway is guilty on this count, and more. Not only does he (frequently) eat ingredients reserved for recipes, he also fails to acquire necessary ingredients when he goes grocery shopping. And then forgets to tell me. You’re a peach, though. I’m sure Aomeba loves you very much. 🙂
Melissa — if I were a peach Amoeba would love me with ice cream!
Too bad y’all don’t have Souper Salad, a restaurant we have down here!
Linda — we had the restaurant in Vegas, too, and it was one of my fave places to eat.
He is confusing? He? You turn super into soup and he is confusing?
Doug — I made pasta salad. He turned it into soup. You need to have your glasses and/or your pay-attention checked.
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