“Noodles.”
Requested, we race against patience:
I fill saucepan with water. Husband tosses Ramen in unwatched pot. I blow on cooked noodles so they don’t scald.
The bowl is hurled aside.
Three minutes was too long for our finicky son to wait.
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When my oldest daughter was a preschooler she and I would have some Saturdays together while Mom worked. She always wanted “wiggly noodle soup” for lunch, and popcorn. Sometimes that is exactly what we would have and I would admonish her not to tell her mother what she had for lunch that day.
She always gave it up though, leaving me in the doghouse. I’m glad to hear that “wiggly noodles” are still hip… assuming you get them quickly enough!
Nice job Cyn. Memories have been invoked. Thanks for that.
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Oh dear. Sounds like you need to rush some more 🙂
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Ah, frustration! This is a wonderful line: “Requested, we race against patience.” I loved it so much I almost missed how neatly you had tucked in the prompt, there. 🙂
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If only noodles were quicker! Wonderfully written and inspired use of the prompt!
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Who needs work pressures when they have finicky sons? Could see you racing against time and the flying bowl.
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This is such a great, visual scene! Not so much fun to actually live it though. The hungrier my son gets, the more finicky he becomes.
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Oh dear! I don’t think you could make it any faster! I agree with Jennifer that “Requested, we race against patience” is a fabulous line!
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A finicky son … that brings back memories!
I enjoyed your story.
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Next time it will just have to be a bowl of blueberries huh? You did a great job on this! I’m hungry now!
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The story of my life right now! …as I look at a bowl of untouched cereal on the counter. Great take on the prompt.
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I can just see the mom and dad frantically throwing this all together to get something edible prepared so the kid will be happy!! I have been there and done that, but I always was on my own. You really brought this scene to life!!
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What a perfect description of how frustrating it can be to get kids fed!
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Sadly, there are days that I am like that with my ramen too 🙂
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Give ’em to me! I’ll eat his ramen!
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I love your description of this race against patience. Funny title too 🙂
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I’m probably just as impatient, when I make ramen I hate waiting too!
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Sometimes I’m hungry enough to panic as I cook for myself! You really conveyed the sense of urgency with this.
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Such a great metaphor for the bigger issues having to do with patience — on both sides — and how patience equals love. Nicely done, Cyn.
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race against patience. Perfect!
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