Give me a taste: Share an exerpt with food or drink

sams_cartoon_shack 2024-02-28 14:07:27 UTC #21

I can recall one particular Shapes strip with food within a gross-out context. Don't worry, nothing is shown.

CEWashburn 2024-02-28 17:36:27 UTC #22

I was already subscribed to the comic, but I absolutely had to get on the novel, too. I love the vivid description. Beautiful!

CEWashburn 2024-02-28 17:38:21 UTC #23

@sams_cartoon_shack

omfg that is beautiful! "Scatological subject matter" has me ded. Totally subbed to this one. Thank you!!!

Leyelle 2024-02-28 18:24:01 UTC #24

I mentioned two foods last time so here are two references to drink:

I don’t say anything, just huddle deeper into my stylishly thin jacket, watching him over the high collar. He looks almost as flushed as I do, but it’s genuine joy, not alcohol, that has the roses blooming in his cheeks. For some reason that makes me feel worse.

“I kinda w…” -No don’t- I shut my mouth quickly.

“Whad’ja say?” Kattar doesn’t take his eyes off the road but tilts his head so I know he’s listening. I cover my mouth with both hands and shake my head, knowing he can see me in his peripheral vision. Curse the champagne. I feel hotter.

“What?” he coaxes, “Come on. Don’t be awkward, Lise. It’s your day. Did you wanna go get ice cream at some unholy hour? Or buy one of those outrageously expensive cakes? We can probably arrange that…”

Steam rises from the weathered gray ceramic mug bathing my face in the essence of flor de jamaica, and pre-grated ginger rescued from the dark recesses of my fridge. Billie Holiday is warbling from the radio, forever set to that one ‘oldie but a goodie’ station Mrs. Moon got me hooked on. I stir in more and more honey. There’s a poem about this, I think.

I watch the window, running with rivers of woman-made dew - aftermath of the puff of steam pressing its feverish face against the glass. The gray clouds are spreading themselves thin and dissipating in the early sunshine to unveil a vibrant indigo sky. Outside everything is glitteringly cold and damp, but the hail has stopped.

My phone shakes itself awake on the counter, with a hiss like a rattlesnake that someone made a phone ringer. They get stranger every year. Kattar’s still sending cloyingly optimistic texts after every surgery, pretty sure he’ll be discharged by the end of the month.

I sip my tea, which is too hot, and I don’t care, as my tongue turns to leather. Billie Holiday weeps to the melody, almost cliche with pathos. Good morning headache. I needed two shots of tequila to be able to answer my texts this morning.

The driver’s widow wants to pay for the car.

sevenstarsofeightIam 2024-02-29 00:48:24 UTC #25

This is an excerpt from https://tapas.io/series/The-Space-Bum/info

“Let’s find you a restaurant,” said Besh.

It was posh, it was uptown. It was an eatery that catered to the well-to-do. Besh felt they deserved the best the King’s seal could afford. Beasley Looked at home as he seated himself. Raul seemed excited to be among so many well-dressed citizens of higher rank. Sam just wanted food.

As Besh seated himself at their corner table, a young maitre d’ in a tight tux ran over and said in a worried tenor voice, “Sirs, You must not. This corner has been spoken for.”

Sam took the young man by the collar and lifted him from the floor. Besh could see the fear in the young man’s face as Sam pulled it close to his own. The large dim room fell silent as all eyes turned to the big man with a missing sleeve.

Sam’s baritone voice spoke with no reserve. “Food. Now,” he said glowering.

As he dropped the man, Besh stood and had the fearful maitre d’ scan the royal seal. Instantly, his face changed. He returned the seal, bowed his head curtly, snapped his heels, and said, “Right away, sir.”

“Wow,” said Raul. “I need one of those.”

A nervous waiter came to set the table. Empty white cups were removed and replaced with small crystal goblets. Iced water was served and the proper napkin and silver were set precisely around large white plates.

Beasley said, grinning, “For a humble secretary, this is a step up.”

Raul cheered, “Fine dining at its best.”

The waiter finished and said politely, “Our Master Chef prepares the very best for honored guests. Please be patient.”

Besh spoke into the absence of the waiter. “After what we’ve been through, we deserve something nice.”

The table fell silent, the only noise the drumming of the Captain’s fingers. Beasley sat at his Royal Secretarial straightest and waited happily. Raul looked around, sipped water, and fussed with his white cloth napkin. Besh noted the surreptitious glances given by customers from their booths and tables. He could well imagine what their whispers entailed.

An older man in uniform rolled a shiny cart to the corner table and rolled back the dome. He placed a small plate in the center of the large plate before Besh. There was meat in the center and vegetables placed artistically.

“Lamb Salad with Fregola,” said the dour-looking server in a nasal voice.

“Thank you,” said Besh with a genuine smile.

The server put an oblong plate before Raul, and said, “Smoked pork jowl with pickles.”

Raul rubbed his hands vigorously and said to Besh, grinning, “Chicharrones.”

The server then served Beasley, naming the dish, “Pappardelle with sea urchin and cauliflower.” Beasley clapped his hands and pulled it close to inhale the aroma.

Finally, the server set a plate before the Captain. “Scallop Sashimi with Meyer Lemon Confit,” pronounced the server.

“No,” said the Captain in a menacing tone. He pushed the plate away and said, with narrowing eyes, “You better put some food on my damn plate.”

“But . . . Sir,” stammered the server.

Sam stood and turned the cart to him, rifling in its depths. Disgruntled, he shoved the shiny cart from him and stormed toward the kitchen, the server trailing in confused consternation. As Raul giggled, Besh could hear noises that kitchens rarely made. There were loud clangs and calls of alarm, then fearful silence. Sam returned to his seat with a large plate filled with meats, beans, potatoes and greens. He shook a fork from his napkin and ate without further ado. Raul crossed himself in Catholic fashion, and, with a wink for Besh and a nudge for Beasley, he happily plied his smiling face with smoked pork.

Leyelle 2024-03-07 20:44:12 UTC #26

I just want some tea.

Flicking the light on in the kitchen, despite the more than sufficient sunshine blazing in through the open windows, I put a kettle on and stand on tip-toe to grab the Thai tea from the top shelf, unsure why I ever put anything up there, considering that it’s practically impossible for me to reach.

I lean against the counter to wait as the tea boils, but keep my eyes on the tile, knowing good and well that it will nervously refuse to ever come to temperature if I’m staring it down.

The electric light hums with an eerie glow that reminds me of hospitals.

I could move three paces and turn it back off, but I stay where I am and tolerate the anxiety soaking slowly into my skin like a cold rain.

I wish I could just go to sleep.

But I have the date-

I want to go on this date with Kattar.

I’m just worn out - tired of having to think - sick of ‘adulting.’

The muddy blues bleed through and I wallow in them.

Zixixibi 2024-03-07 20:53:40 UTC #27

I have a whole episode where my main character is a potato for some reason (No, she didn't get eaten, instead she ATE )

CEWashburn 2024-03-08 22:15:39 UTC #28

It was Elaine and Hero’s turn to make dinner that night while Jordan and Hawk went exploring in the woods for a bit. They had decided on grilled chicken with potato salad and grilled vegetables. Later, they would roast mini cinnamon rolls in the bonfire, something Hawk said he wouldn’t mind trying. When Jordan questioned him, he said it wasn’t that he couldn’t eat human food, he just didn’t have to. He only ever really did to make a point, or give a signal to Jordan when a prank had been completed.
“I can’t believe you guys missed the rest of the eclipse,” Elaine said, shaking her head. “The way you guys were after that whole thing, it was like nothing else in the world even existed for you except each other.”
Hero smiled softly as he turned over a chicken leg. “Isn’t that how it’s supposed to be after a wedding?”

Mansi_Gu 2024-03-09 21:57:55 UTC #29

I wrote this scene just after I came back from an anniversary party with plastic cups full of sweets and desserts lol

(...)

There were chocolates of all different sizes, shapes, and flavors – at least five to seven inside the plastic cup Addai put on the table – accompanied by some small plates with pieces of strawberry pie and a plum cake. Addai couldn't get anything else because his hand wouldn't be able to carry everything at the same time, and appearing at the sweets table every time would raise the suspicions of some children who were also doing the same thing as him.

Leyelle 2024-03-15 20:01:02 UTC #30

New scene from today's chapter

“Never mind, go back to being distracted.”

He smirks, raising one eyebrow as the waiter comes over with our plates.

“I am.” He mouths, and I nearly choke on my water.

“You can only pick one,” he laughs brightly as I glare at him, desperately trying not to start coughing all over my dinner. “You now have my full undivided attention.”

“Uh-huh,” I nod slowly, as patronizingly as I can manage, trying to take my eyes off his face and focus on the pastel red plate in front of me. Tandoori chicken has never been as uninteresting in its whole existence as it is at this moment, but I stare into it like it has the face of a supermodel, just to avoid the one smiling at me.

MiharuWrites 2024-03-15 21:02:32 UTC #31

From a future chapter yet to be published:

“Apples go next,” I confirmed. “You can cut these into shapes if you like. Designing the top has always been my favorite part.”

I began measuring the ingredients out for the streusel topping while he thought it over. Utensils shuffled around in a drawer while I stirred. Cookie cutters made an appearance beside my bowl. I laughed.

“These are a bit big for apple slices, but yes, you could try cutting them into these shapes. You can use that knife,” I said with a gesture toward the paring knife.

He stalled in front of the cutting board, grip readjusting on the knife handle as I finished preparing my portion of streusel. I stole a slice from the edge of the board to snack on. A pensive gaze met mine some five minutes later.

“They don’t need to be complicated shapes. You could do squares and triangles.” I pulled another small knife from the drawer to demonstrate on a slice. “Like that.”

CEWashburn 2024-03-18 20:09:24 UTC #32

When Hawk had walked back inside, Hero greeted him with a small smile and a kiss. All he had asked was, “Did you have a nice walk with Dad?”
Hawk nodded. “Yeah, it was good. He showed me the view from the overlook. It was really cool, I think Toji would like it. We should take him out there later on.”
Hero nodded. “Yeah, maybe tomorrow afternoon or something?”
Hawk agreed and they all sat down to dinner. Toji had come padding downstairs just as Hawk and Charles had arrived, yawning loudly.
“Hey,” he mumbled to Hawk.
“Sleep well?”
Toji nodded, a contented smile on his lips. “That is one nice bed.” He plopped down next to Hawk as Hero set a plate of food in front of him. He and June had made pork chops with homemade mashed potatoes and garlic bread.
“It’s not fancy, but I didn’t think you’d want anything too crazy on your first night in,” June said.
“It looks wonderful, thank you,” Hawk said, glancing at Hero. “Maybe you can teach me to make this when we get home?”
Hero nodded. “I’ll add it to the list,” he said with a small smile.
They dug into the meal, enjoying polite conversation, Hero and Hawk doing their best to maintain the appearance that nothing at all was wrong, just as they had for over a month. It was a dance they had begun to perfect and both of them were heartbroken that they were at that point to begin with.
After dinner, Hawk helped clear the dishes with Hero while Toji paced the kitchen anxiously, ready to be outside.
“Take a walk with me,” Hawk said under his breath to Hero.

Leyelle 2024-03-22 23:05:19 UTC #33

Honestly, you’re even worse than I am.

The color is returning to his face…

I am not.

You so are. Don’t think I didn’t notice that you washed your hair, you little tease…

Bit by bit, the warmth under the black curtain of his hair peeks through the wilted rose-gold and candy brown…

I just didn’t want you razzing me if I showed up looking dowdy.

I gave up complaining about that ages ago - around the same time I stopped being able to make you take showers. It’s like your favorite pastime is being dirty-

-Don’t phrase it like that…

-In the literal sense. You’re the one taking it some kind of way.

I'm gonna count the mention of candy in her description

Leyelle 2024-03-27 03:30:23 UTC #34

Forgot this lol:

Jimin: Ugh, i'm so stressed. Do we have any beer?

Leyelle 2024-04-04 15:26:03 UTC #35

My phone buzzes in my trench coat pocket like an angry bumble bee, making the fabric tremble and writhe on the chair. Kattar rolls his eyes, lovingly exasperated, as I sit back in my chair, and swallow the whole of the bonbon myself, with a teasing smile. I jump up quickly and retrieve the irritable robot from where I left it lying in the plastic chair by the television.

“Sorry, I’ve gotta take this one - It’s the queen,” I say tauntingly, holding out my phone to show him his mother’s caller I.D. He just shakes his head, crossing his arms over the hospital gown and leaning into the pillows with something like a sigh, as I put the cell to my ear.

Mansi_Gu 2024-04-04 21:18:40 UTC #36

Biscuits.

Different sizes. Different scents and colors.

Some had sprinkles on top, others had none, and an ambitious attempt to put strawberry jam on one seemed to have worked.

The smell of flour baked with butter and sugar permeated his nostrils and soon made his taste buds receive the message that he wanted to eat, so he took one of the cookies and removed it from the packaging, taking a bite immediately after the chosen flavor: chocolate with salted caramel on top.

The flavor was intriguing, but whoever made it knew what they were doing. The bitterness of the chocolate, the sweetness of the few grains of crystal sugar sprinkled on top, and the light saltiness of the caramel placed in a thread on top of the whole complemented each other. Still, Umbra watched him with the same expression, and her whiskers twitched.

Leyelle 2024-04-06 13:24:36 UTC #37

It must be 10:00 P.M. but that means little to my body. I lay awake staring at the darkness hovering over me like a compassionate ghost, watching me sleep.

I should make some warm milk or something…

Honestly, I’d rather have a brownie anyway - something on my tongue to blind me to the voices in my head -

It’s a bad habit, I know. But I also know today’s not the day I’m going to fix it.

I ooze down the stairs, more a part of the shadows slipping across the wall than a terrestrial being - even as faces echo on my inside like I’m a fragile, hollow vessel-

Just don’t think.

It was a bad time for a conversation like that. I should have waited until morning -

But I always just regret my decisions rather than making better ones, I acknowledge ironically, as my bare feet freeze on the kitchen floor.

“I’d lose weight if I were worse at cooking,” I mutter under my breath, yanking open the fridge with unnecessary violence.

But I can blame Tia Maria for that.

And thank Daddy’s genes for a fast metabolism and this frame that spreads my extra pounds throughout it evenly like melted butter.

I am slowly but surely getting ‘softer.’

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softboisupreme 2024-04-06 16:26:21 UTC #39

There is a bit of eating and um..eating in my novel but ill post an interaction with Liam and his mother from the first chapter. Please let me know your thoughts! This is a fantasy BL novel, fair warning. there will be lots of fights and magic and vampires and stuff. to keep the post swf, I will * some letters in the swearing.. but my novel is not censored

The flames licked the edges of the worn pot as Liam stared out the window, thinking, I wonder if I’ll even be able to get my drawing pad back. Hopefully, it’s just at the entrance so I can get in and out without him noticing. That’s the only one I have and I doubt she would buy me another one, saying that it’s a waste of money and blah blah blah... Liam was snapped back to the present when the noodles boiled over, quickly turning off the heat. I wish she would let me get a job but then I would have a way out of here and that’s unacceptable, Liam ranted to himself as he poured the ramen into a spaghetti stained bowl.
“Here’s your dinner. We are out of groceries by the way. You got the last ramen and there’s none left in the fridge,” Liam prodded as he handed his mother her bowl, hoping maybe she’d have the heart to at least give him some cash to eat with.

“What? I just bought groceries on Monday. Why you eating so da*n much?” she complained.

“Groceries? You mean booze? There’s still plenty of that in the fridge. I ment like food. You know, stuff to eat? We need it to live?” Liam reminded her while picking up the empty bottles and trash around the couch.

“Don’t take that tone with me. I brought you into this world and I’ll take you out,” she repeated like she’s done a thousand times before.

“God, I wish you would,” Liam sneered.

“Excuse me? Finish picking this sh*t up and go to the store,” she growled, throwing some money at him.

“Oh, you’re too kind. Giving me the bare f*cking minimum to survive. I’m so grateful.”

“You can just give it back then. I don’t need to listen to your b*tch*n’,” she snapped back, palm extended.

“No, I’m sorry. Thanks. I’ll take this out to the dumpster and head to the store. Try to use the trash can please? Look, I’ll put it right next to the couch so you don’t have to get up to use it,” Liam resigned, placing the empty can against the armrest. “There. I’ll see you later.”

“Don’t be gone too long! It’s getting late!” she called after him.

But he was already gone.

softboisupreme 2024-04-06 16:33:56 UTC #40

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