May Angel Star

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….”

Our first Phillies game as a family!

A wonderful gift from the in-laws.

They lost the game, but we still had an amazing time.

Can’t wait to do it again

More Wordless Wednesday visit 5 Minutes for Mom!

Last Wednesday I was introduced to something wonderful.

Something that may have changed my life forever.

In fact, of all my years of partaking in Dairy Queen’s amazingly yummy candy filled blizzards, I had never thought to do this.

After we were married, Brian showed me a new way of getting a blizzard.

Infusing my love of Reese’s peanut butter cups with chocolate ice cream instead of the standard vanilla.

It was a beautiful love affair.

Until my friend Jill showed me a new path.

She had ordered a blizzard with Reese’s, Butterfinger and brownie.

It had never occurred to me to have more than one candy in my blizzard.

*whispers*

I have a new love.

(You must be quiet about this as I don’t want to hurt my old lovers feelings.)

My wonderful, amazing husband brought me home my much desired, new lover tonight.

Isn’t he so sweet!

I got to indulge in all things peanut butter.

And I enjoyed every last spoonful!

What’s your favorite DQ Blizzard concoction?

You might just expand my horizons to a new level!

Brian and I have been married for 8 years.

We’ve known each other for 11 years.

I love this man.

Our relationship has had many incredible ups and crushing downs.

No matter the blessings or hardships, we are one.

We might be on opposite sides of an argument, yet we are still one.

I know him through and through.

He makes me smile.

He makes me laugh.

He makes me feel loved and cared for.

Tonight he was sharing a conversation with me.

Showing me that there is proof that people see the Lord working in us, through us.

Then the following exchange happened.

Brian (kneeling next to me and starting to lean forward) : “I have an urge to do something to you.”

Me: “Please, don’t give me a raspberry!”

Brian (laughing as he gets up):  “How did you know I was going to do that!”

Me: “Because I know you!”

I am happy.

I am secure.

I wouldn’t change anything for the world!

This is love…