My Summer 2016 “Giraffe” Prompt Call is open until 9 p.m. Eastern time tonight.
The theme today is “When the best answer is FIRE”
I will write a short flash fiction or the beginning of a story (approx 150-300 words) for the first twelve prompters who post their prompts within the next 24 hours.
I will start posting stories around 7:30 a.m. Eastern time and continue until I run out of prompters/until 9:30 p.m., and then pick up again tomorrow morning with whatever’s left.
Please stop in and leave a prompt or three!
Just. One. Book. I live in a town of 1200 people in the Northern Sierra Nevada –where it meets the Cascade Range near Mt. Lassen National Park and about two hours drive northwest of Reno, NV.…
Source: Just. One. Book.
It is step 3a in my master plan
It is step 3 in my master plan.
He was late.
Ruth shifted from foot to foot while she scanned the lobby.
He’d always been late, she supposed: her friends had been born with soulmate timers that read eighteen, twenty, maybe twenty-two years. Ruth’s had read twenty-six years, three days, and 13 hours.
Now it read 30 seconds, and her “blind date,” the love of her life, was late. Didn’t he have a timer, too? Ruth had heard horror stories, one-way loves…
“Put your hands up. Stay cool and nobody gets hurt!” A strong grip pulled Ruth against a sturdy body. The wrist against her throat beeped 0:00.
There’s a rage, it seems, for Farm-to-Table dining; there’s a few restaurants open in Ithaca right now that tout it and it gets play in some blogs. In short, it’s local food delivered to local consumers – in restaurants, it’s high end stuff made with low-food-miles food. I find it an interesting movement, but I live in the Frozen North, and I like my oranges, and my fresh produce in December, and so on.
There’s also – as we found out when we were taken out to a fancy place for dinner for our birthdays in Troy a few weeks back – a trend for buttermilk-fried ramps right now. And let me tell you, they are delicious. Ommity nommity tasty, with just enough onion flavor. We bought some ramps from our local farmer’s market and tried it out – so good
But to bring this around full circle, trendy things are pricey, and ramps have a very short growing season and are in fashion right now, so much so thatpeople fear overharvesting.
Enter my grandparents’ farm, and the small forest there that my parents harvest for wood. And a visit to meet with my other (surviving) grandmother at my parents’ place 2 weekends past.
And my mother just happens to say “oh, would you like some ramps? We can go dig them.” And then proceeded to dig them right out of the back forty!
Let me tell you, grandpa’s-woods-to-table tastes even better than farm-to-table.
ramps picture source: https://www.flickr.com/photos/paul_houle/4579462538