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bluecastle) wrote2010-03-29 01:49 pm
bluecastle) wrote2010-03-29 01:49 pm
from the wayback fanfic machine...
Once upon a time in a previous fandom ... I wrote a series of little doodads about the Law and Order: Criminal Intent characters and food.
In honor and/or memorium of the series nine premiere/finale tomorrow night... I thought I'd post one of them a day over here.
way back when...
Bobby carefully climbed up on a kitchen chair and got a can of soup from the cupboard next to the stove. He found a battered pan and dug out the can opener from the drawer and did his best not to cut himself on the jagged edge of the can. Dumping the soup into the pan, and adding water was the easy part. Then he had to drag the chair over to the stove and lean way over to turn the burner on. He found a big spoon in the sink that didn't look too dirty and used it to stir the soup until it boiled. As he listened to the game show filtering in from the tv in the living room, he tried to make a game out of things and tried stirring his soup in patterns ... first one way and then the other ... round and round in the pan, keeping the noodles from sticking and warming everything evenly, just as he'd seen the lady on the cooking show do it. He had already made himself a peanut butter sandwich, and put it on a plate on the kitchen table. He poured some milk into a jelly jar and sat it on the table next to his sandwich. Carefully carrying the hot pot of soup back to the table he tried to pour some into a cereal bowl without spilling it. Most of ended up in the bowl, but he did spill some onto the tablecloth which he tried to mop up with a dishtowel. He gathered up a couple of paper towels to use as a napkin, and propping his library book up on the butter dish, he sat down to dinner.
in the here and now...
Coming to the end of the page of the article he was reading, he idly grabbed a spoon out of the dish drainer to stir his soup which was threatening to stick to the bottom of his favorite saucepan. He was unconsciously stirring counterclockwise every fifth stir as he stood at the stove listening to the strains of a Vivaldi violin concerto coming from his stereo, and reading about an archaeological dig in the Gobi desert. Feeling the steam rising around his hand, he paused to wonder how many cans of soup he had heated up over his 46 years. With one eye still on the article, he grabbed his favorite bowl from the drainer and some Saltine crackers from the cupboard, and set them on the counter next to the stove. Sloshing the soup straight from the pan into the bowl, he spilled some not only on his hand but on the magazine he was trying to read. He sucked the soup off his thumb and mopped up his magazine with a hastily grabbed paper towel. Although smeared, he was still able to make out the beginnings of the next article on the state of cormorant fishing off the coast of Thailand. He yawned tiredly and thought about all of the things that he could add to the soup to make it more exciting, but in the end decided that at one in the morning, crackers and a spoon were the only things he was prepared to stick in his bowl.
In honor and/or memorium of the series nine premiere/finale tomorrow night... I thought I'd post one of them a day over here.
way back when...
Bobby carefully climbed up on a kitchen chair and got a can of soup from the cupboard next to the stove. He found a battered pan and dug out the can opener from the drawer and did his best not to cut himself on the jagged edge of the can. Dumping the soup into the pan, and adding water was the easy part. Then he had to drag the chair over to the stove and lean way over to turn the burner on. He found a big spoon in the sink that didn't look too dirty and used it to stir the soup until it boiled. As he listened to the game show filtering in from the tv in the living room, he tried to make a game out of things and tried stirring his soup in patterns ... first one way and then the other ... round and round in the pan, keeping the noodles from sticking and warming everything evenly, just as he'd seen the lady on the cooking show do it. He had already made himself a peanut butter sandwich, and put it on a plate on the kitchen table. He poured some milk into a jelly jar and sat it on the table next to his sandwich. Carefully carrying the hot pot of soup back to the table he tried to pour some into a cereal bowl without spilling it. Most of ended up in the bowl, but he did spill some onto the tablecloth which he tried to mop up with a dishtowel. He gathered up a couple of paper towels to use as a napkin, and propping his library book up on the butter dish, he sat down to dinner.
in the here and now...
Coming to the end of the page of the article he was reading, he idly grabbed a spoon out of the dish drainer to stir his soup which was threatening to stick to the bottom of his favorite saucepan. He was unconsciously stirring counterclockwise every fifth stir as he stood at the stove listening to the strains of a Vivaldi violin concerto coming from his stereo, and reading about an archaeological dig in the Gobi desert. Feeling the steam rising around his hand, he paused to wonder how many cans of soup he had heated up over his 46 years. With one eye still on the article, he grabbed his favorite bowl from the drainer and some Saltine crackers from the cupboard, and set them on the counter next to the stove. Sloshing the soup straight from the pan into the bowl, he spilled some not only on his hand but on the magazine he was trying to read. He sucked the soup off his thumb and mopped up his magazine with a hastily grabbed paper towel. Although smeared, he was still able to make out the beginnings of the next article on the state of cormorant fishing off the coast of Thailand. He yawned tiredly and thought about all of the things that he could add to the soup to make it more exciting, but in the end decided that at one in the morning, crackers and a spoon were the only things he was prepared to stick in his bowl.