Steamed
By Nella
Tyler
This
book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are
products of the writer's imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not
to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual
events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental.
Copyright
© 2015 Nella Tyler
Get a
free copy of my never released book Collide
Click
here to get your free book
Chapter One
I picked at my salad wishing that I had ordered more food, maybe
not just more food but different food in general. If I was honest with myself I
wasn't even sure if that would cut it. The destination had been a poor choice
and I only had my friend Sarah to blame. I should have been the one to choose
our restaurant destination, as I knew all the hot spots to find delicious food
in town. But Sarah already knew how nuts I could be when it came to food so I
tried to let her pick sometimes too. Though in this case, the food was a real
head-shaker.
“Ugh! This is terrible. Why did you ever talk me into coming
here?” I wanted to spit the salad out. How can you mess up a salad? In this
case it just wasn't very inventive and by the looks of it, not very fresh
either. The lettuce was limp and pathetic looking and the tomatoes were
overripe. It really made me want to cry right there at the table. In case you
haven't noticed I am very passionate about food.
Sarah snorted, “What's wrong? It's not that bad.” She looked
into her bowl of soup as if she was checking to make sure her statement was
correct. I loved Sarah, she was one of my best friends and she often made
situations we were in that much more comical.
“It's terrible. My shitake tofu wontons almost made me gag.
It's not that hard to make that appetizer. I could make it in my sleep.”
Mushrooms happened to be one of my favorite foods and when someone messed it up
it made me fiery.
“You're something else.” Sarah said shaking her head.
“I love food Sarah, good food. I'm willing to pay good money
for it. But I don't think it's too much to ask to have a good meal. I'm scared
to think what my turkey confit sandwich will be like. If it comes here soggy I
just might die. Honestly, I’ll die right here at the table. Are you prepared
for that? My body, although light, will not be easy to get rid of.”
Sarah laughed, “You are always like this Gemma; you're truly
a food snob. It's embarrassing going out with you sometimes.” She said
laughing. “You can be a real food-hater.”
“Oh come on, you're telling me that you just loved your meal,
and that you would come back to this dump?”
“I'm not saying that…it did leave something to be desired.
But not every restaurant has gourmet-quality food. Do you remember the stuff we
used to eat in college? How did you end up being such a foodie?”
I did remember what we used to eat in college and it was
sort of tragic. Ninety percent of the time it was macaroni and cheese - from a
box no less! We’d gorge ourselves on greasy pizza and leftover French fries. It
was surprising that I wasn't grossly overweight considering the garbage we used
to put in our bodies, but that was a different time. We were poor college
students working our way through an education. We had to eat that crap then,
but now there was no excuse for it.
“The day that I realized that my hard-earned dollars should
go towards quality, that's when. I'm not a snob; I just have high standards
when it comes to food. How is that so wrong? How can you not have higher standards?
This stuff is terrible.”
“It's not wrong Gemma. It's just funny to see you this way.
You shouldn't worry about food so much. It's not the end of the world; we just
won't come back here is all.”
The waiter brought our entrees and Sarah waited in anticipation
to see what I was going to do. I knew deep down she often worried that I was
going to lose my shit on a waiter for bringing me low quality food.
By Nella
Tyler
This
book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are
products of the writer's imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not
to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual
events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental.
Copyright
© 2015 Nella Tyler
Get a
free copy of my never released book Collide
Click
here to get your free book
Chapter One
I picked at my salad wishing that I had ordered more food, maybe
not just more food but different food in general. If I was honest with myself I
wasn't even sure if that would cut it. The destination had been a poor choice
and I only had my friend Sarah to blame. I should have been the one to choose
our restaurant destination, as I knew all the hot spots to find delicious food
in town. But Sarah already knew how nuts I could be when it came to food so I
tried to let her pick sometimes too. Though in this case, the food was a real
head-shaker.
“Ugh! This is terrible. Why did you ever talk me into coming
here?” I wanted to spit the salad out. How can you mess up a salad? In this
case it just wasn't very inventive and by the looks of it, not very fresh
either. The lettuce was limp and pathetic looking and the tomatoes were
overripe. It really made me want to cry right there at the table. In case you
haven't noticed I am very passionate about food.
Sarah snorted, “What's wrong? It's not that bad.” She looked
into her bowl of soup as if she was checking to make sure her statement was
correct. I loved Sarah, she was one of my best friends and she often made
situations we were in that much more comical.
“It's terrible. My shitake tofu wontons almost made me gag.
It's not that hard to make that appetizer. I could make it in my sleep.”
Mushrooms happened to be one of my favorite foods and when someone messed it up
it made me fiery.
“You're something else.” Sarah said shaking her head.
“I love food Sarah, good food. I'm willing to pay good money
for it. But I don't think it's too much to ask to have a good meal. I'm scared
to think what my turkey confit sandwich will be like. If it comes here soggy I
just might die. Honestly, I’ll die right here at the table. Are you prepared
for that? My body, although light, will not be easy to get rid of.”
Sarah laughed, “You are always like this Gemma; you're truly
a food snob. It's embarrassing going out with you sometimes.” She said
laughing. “You can be a real food-hater.”
“Oh come on, you're telling me that you just loved your meal,
and that you would come back to this dump?”
“I'm not saying that…it did leave something to be desired.
But not every restaurant has gourmet-quality food. Do you remember the stuff we
used to eat in college? How did you end up being such a foodie?”
I did remember what we used to eat in college and it was
sort of tragic. Ninety percent of the time it was macaroni and cheese - from a
box no less! We’d gorge ourselves on greasy pizza and leftover French fries. It
was surprising that I wasn't grossly overweight considering the garbage we used
to put in our bodies, but that was a different time. We were poor college
students working our way through an education. We had to eat that crap then,
but now there was no excuse for it.
“The day that I realized that my hard-earned dollars should
go towards quality, that's when. I'm not a snob; I just have high standards
when it comes to food. How is that so wrong? How can you not have higher standards?
This stuff is terrible.”
“It's not wrong Gemma. It's just funny to see you this way.
You shouldn't worry about food so much. It's not the end of the world; we just
won't come back here is all.”
The waiter brought our entrees and Sarah waited in anticipation
to see what I was going to do. I knew deep down she often worried that I was
going to lose my shit on a waiter for bringing me low quality food.
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