Comfort Food #carrotranch #flashfiction

Charli Mills is feeling peckish with her prompt this week

May 4, 2017 prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about comfort food. How can this familiarity influence a story or character? Is it something unusual, like Twinkies from the 1970s? Or is it something from home, from another place or time? Go where the prompt leads.

As a child my comfort food was an egg, cooked in whatever way. Eggs in cups with soldiers had to be the favourite. Nowadays I actively avoid boiled eggs, soft or hard. There’s something about the egg white texture that makes me queasy. Comfort to bumfort food. Shame really.

As for the flash Mary is reminiscing

‘Did you have rationing, mum?’
Mary laughed. ‘How old do you think I am?’
‘Soz mum. It’s a school project.’
‘Your grandad said he saw his first banana when 9 and tried to eat the skin.’
‘Was it awful? Did he starve?’
‘Some say people were healthier. Not much sugar for starters. He hated whale meet, though.’
‘I bet he was pleased when it ended.’
‘It was then he found his comfort food. Bread and dripping.’
‘What’s that?’
‘A slice of bread wiped round a roasting tin, soaks up the fat and meat juices.’
Penny’s face was a picture.

If you want more of Mary and Penny click here

About TanGental

My name is Geoff Le Pard. Once I was a lawyer; now I am a writer. I've published three books - Dead Flies and Sherry Trifle, My Father and Other Liars and Salisbury Square. In addition I published an anthology of short stories, Life, in a Grain of Sand this summer. A fourth book will be out soon. This started life as a novel in a week on this blog and will follow later this year. I blog about all sorts at geofflepard.com and welcome all comments. These are my thoughts and no one else is to blame. If you want to nab anything I post, please acknowledge where it came from.
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32 Responses to Comfort Food #carrotranch #flashfiction

  1. Macxermillio says:

    This warm and intimate I like.

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  2. Bread and dripping was a favourite of mine. However, my mother would also sprinkle some salt over it. Goodness, in today’s’ world that would be so frowned upon. Loved her Sunday roast dinners, though.

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  3. My mum also loves a bit of bread and dripping! What she didn’t mop up she would leave in the tin until the next roast to ‘add to the flavour!’

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  4. Dad liked bread and dripping as well as tripe. My Nanna gave us sugar butties. Yuk!!

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  5. Norah says:

    I remember bread and dripping. My Mum used to have a big bowl of dripping beside the stove. It was reused many times. Definitely a no-no today. We’ve found other ways to kill ourselves. 🙂

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  6. susanzutautas says:

    Your flash reminded me of my grandfather who always wiped his plate up with a slice of bread,

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  7. Charli Mills says:

    I’m seeing a global pattern, using bread for sopping up drippings or a plate. We always had bread for the beans! But fat drippings served a secondary purpose — we rubbed them on the faces of our horses in summer to repel flies. I think Penny would make a face at that one, too!

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  8. Australians are very proud that they sent dripping to those bereft of it in the UK. I don’t know the truth of it but certainly it is believed here. I can also remember bread and dripping but never liked it whereas the rest of my family loved it. Here it was depression food and probably was also my mother’s generation’s comfort food.

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  10. Huh. Eggs? I’ve not heard that as anyone’s comfort food before. Though I was going to write my 99 challenge about fish as comfort food (which the other character was going to make fun of but, alas, it all went very badly). Um, so what’s eggs in cups with soldiers? I’m picturing those little stands with a hard-boiled egg sticking halfway out the top and a tall glass of something standing at attention next to it. 😀

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  11. I don’t know if we ever called it bread and dripping, but we certainly loved soaking up leftover gravy from Sunday’s beef roast with soft white bread on a Monday night. And perfectly cooked eggs bring back memories of childhood.

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