Writing Prompt: Some Like it Hot

I’ve had a long day. Meeting after meeting and call after call kept me on my feet. When I got home, Titch greeted me as usual. I carried the shopping bags into the kitchen and started preparing for the task ahead.

After a few minutes, I was in tears. I never was good at chopping onions. When I was 14 years old, I worked in a deli and one of the most feared and memorable tasks was to chop a 15lb bag of onions. My hands smelled of onions for a week. That put me off them for about 10 years, but I love the smell of fried onions now…

Next came the minced beef, followed by a full jar of chilies, a jar of ground red chili powder and 8 tins of kidney beans. As I stirred the huge pot of chili, Titch wrapped herself around my ankles.

As I write this, the pot is simmering on the hob.

One of the things I love most in this world is feeding people. A friend from work made a request for chili, so I’m making a batch. I find cooking therapeutic, though more often than not, once I’ve finished preparing a meal, I’m not hungry myself.

For some people, cooking is a chore, for me, it’s a way to unwind, be creative and stock the fridge for the week.

Personally, I’m a fan of anything that has a better than average chance of burning a hole in my stomach, the spicier, the better.  Thai, Mexican, Indian, those are my favourites.

So, what’s your favourite?

Writing Prompt: Some Like it Hot

Writing Prompt: Time is funny stuff…

I’ve been hitting the treadmill hard this evening. I volunteered for a 1/2 marathon in three week’s time and I’ve not been training properly. I gave it my all for 7km and I know it’s not nearly good enough. At this rate, I’m going to have to run every night for the next three weeks to have a chance of finishing in under 2 hours as is my goal.

It’s funny, when I said I’d do this, I had 6 weeks to train. It seemed like forever, that I could be fit and ready with time to spare. Did I use the time I had? Of course not…

Now, with time running out and the day creeping up on me, I’m annoyed at myself for not making the most of my spare time. As I was panting away at the gym, I willed myself to go faster and keep going, even when I had a stitch in my side. I thought of things I would rather be doing and in my head I laughed at the thought that when I was a minute away from completing the next kilometre, it seemed like an hour away. I thought of some of things I enjoy doing and the times I’ve felt like an hour seemed to fly away from me in an instant.

Have you ever had time slip away from you when you were happy?  Did you ever wish for just one more hour? How many times have you said, “just one more minute” or “give me a second”?

On the flip side, have you have had an experience when time seemed to stand still when all you wanted was for a moment to pass?

Writing Prompt: Time is funny stuff

Writing Prompt: Home Again

There’s something comforting about coming home. I’ve been away for only a week, but it seems like longer and although I had a brilliant break, it made me happy to open the front door and have Titch (the cat) coming running down the stairs to greet me. I made a pot of spaghetti and curled up on the sofa. I unpacked, ran a bubble bath and did some laundry. Pretty commonplace, huh? Oddly, I found doing just the run of the mill stuff around the house this afternoon very soothing. I’m actually looking forward to heading into the office tomorrow. Scary, I think I might have caught sunstroke – it’s the only way I can explain it…

This prompt is simple. Write about the things you love about being at home.

Writing Prompt: Home Again

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