No personal pronouns for you!

Your assignment:

Write a first-person piece about either eating your favorite food or taking a shower – without using a personal pronoun.

This weeks challenge at the red dress club is hard. In fact I am having trouble even figuring out how it’s possible. My mind can’t wrap itself around not using a personal pronoun! This is also my first time participating in a challenge.

Please be gentle on me….

Chopstick Love

Here, right before eyes wide with anticipation, sat a plate rimmed with a pattern of pale yellow rectangles, green swirls, alternating sprigs of leaves, violet tulips and light blue berries. A fresh mound of Jasmine rice lays atop the large dinner plate, a soft bed for the bite-sized crispy golden pieces of lightly fried chicken all covered in thick translucent yellow sauce. Tendrils of steam wafted the tangy sweet aroma of lemon, engaging the senses.

Bringing back childhood memories of the few times the favorite dish was made. Wanting to be a glutton, to eat until the tummy expanded until no stretch was left, sitting in uncomfortably tight pants.

Since adulthood there were less attempts of making the mouthwatering lemon chicken, three to be exact, creating a priceless rare gem of a recipe. One reserved for family, friends, and special occasions.

The Krueger family now here, visiting, laughing, and regaling in amusing tales of life. Being vulnerable about struggles, asking advice, requesting prayer. Marveling at how big all of the children have gotten. Sharing the joys and challenges of what being a family of five can bring. All joined together around the small kitchen of the Quinn household.

Chopsticks in hand, delicately gripping a nugget of chicken, brought to a mouth salivating with anticipation. Biting through the airy battered crust to the moist marinated poultry, the soft and sticky rice mixing in with the sweetness of the lemon. Savoring the intense mingling of flavors on the palate, bringing a moan of satisfaction to the lips after every swallow.

“The chicken is amazing.”

2nds.

“We should get together more often.”

3rds.

“Can you please pass the sauce?”

Empty plates.

Expanded waists.

Glazed eyes.

Half smiles.

“Food coma….”

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