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Submitted to Contest #31
It wasn't until years later that I realized cooking was my way of seeking control.I would stand in the kitchen, steam curling around my bare arms and face, while Seth and Madeleine squabbled and dumped toys on the floor behind me. I ignored the fighting, the mess, them, in an effort to present the perfect meal just as Mark came through the door.I thought, somehow, that they would be at once awed by my cooking prowess, grateful for a wife and mother who poured her soul into dinner preparations, and overcome by the delectable smells and tastes...
Submitted to Contest #17
The kitchen smelled of Thanksgiving turkey and savagery.The turkey had just been pulled out of the oven by my mother-in-law Donna. The savagery she had been dishing out for quite some time, along with her sisters Betty and Jeanne. They were in the midst of a heated political scuffle when Ryan and I walked trepidatiously through the door.I gripped the edges of the green bean casserole I'd spent two hours on. Donna glanced up from basting the bird. "Well look who's here! Ryan and Grace!""I made a casserole," I offered, searching for a clear sp...
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