Saturday, March 9, 2013

Fancy Food Fight (A Story Written with Friends)

Thanks to Marcie Colleen for the fun Food Fight contest to celebrate World Read Aloud Day.   Thank you to everyone who helped write this messy, disgusting, and fun story:  Jennifer YoungJoanna MarpleSylvia LiuErik WeibelJulie Rowan-ZochPatricia NozellTracy BermeoMamma DDonna Louise SaddRobb Terranova. See the contest rules and comments here

I counted 20 items of food thrown and at least 17 victims (who knows how many Grandma got with soup and champagne!)  Here it is in its entirety (1000 words) with a few illustrations (that I haphazardly photoshopped.)

Fancy Food Fight!

      "Eek!" Timmy squealed as he entered the swanky restaurant.  Daddy froze like the plaster statue standing in the waiting area.  Mama's bulging eyes reflected the white tablecloths at Chez Italiano.  She grabbed Timmy's hand and started backing out the door.

       "Don't be silly," Grandma said.  "A lady only turns 95 once, and I simply must have my handsome grandson here with me to celebrate."
(boy by marczini via sxc.hu)
                               
       "Timmy's not a neat eater," Mama said.  His spoon tended to catapult peas, and his bowl was more like a watering can.  If he had three mouths, he would probably still miss one.  Mama always put four shirts on him at dinner, so she could peel one off when it became messy.  Still, Timmy was always excused from the table naked.  
               
      Grandma put a white cloth napkin on Timmy's lap and pinched his cheeks.  Timmy loved his Grandma.  She smelled of pancake syrup, and her hugs were like lying in a warm mud puddle (something he enjoyed very much.)  He would try his best to make Grandma's special dinner nice.

      Timmy nibbled tiny bites of his garlic bread like a bunny.  He peeked at his napkin - clean!  He slowly slurped small spoonfuls of Italian wedding soup.  He looked down at his four shirt - dry!  He gave a quick fist pump of pride, but his elbow came down on the end of the spoon and catapulted a mini meatball through the air.

      The meatball smacked into the cheek of the baker, Mr. Frederickson, causing him to choke briefly on his garlic bread.  Surprised by the insult the baker looked at the butcher, Mr. Jones, who had soup on his spoon.  Mr. Jones nodded politely at Mr. Frederickson.

       Timmy wiped his sweaty palms off on his napkin and reached for the safety of garlic bread.  The slice required a tug, but he lost his grip. The loaf landed right on Mr. Jones head, raining crumbs in his hair.  Mr. Jones looked at Mr. Frederickson who made a face just a little too snotty to be innocent. 

(Chef by julosstock via sxc.hu &
bread by brokenarts via sxc.hu)
       Mr. Jones grabbed a two foot French bread and threw it like a javelin at Mr. Frederickson.  The baker, who was obviously trained in avoiding oncoming bread, ducked just in time. The spear careened over his head and into the chest of Ms. Adams, who was leaving with a takeout order.  

      Ms. Adams, not one to allow bread down her shirt, carefully removed the lids from her order and threw one each at the baker and the butcher.  BONG BONG! The lids clunked into the baker and butcher's backs leaving red sauce stains that looked a lot like targets.

      The butcher and baker leaped to their feet with such energy, that the butcher's wife received a goodly SPLOOSH of red wine over her anniversary dress, while the baker's boyfriend sported a spaghetti tie!


      Timmy giggled. His parents were mortified. Grandma was delighted. "I never pass up a good food fight," she announced. She stood up, grabbed a handful of tomato and mozzarella salad, dripping with olive oil and balsamic vinegar, and flung it to the baker. SPLAT! The mess landed on a woman the next table over, on her perfectly coifed hair.

      Timmy laughed out loud. He picked up his soup and poured it over his dad's head. SPLASH!

  
(granny by sitesyrup via sxc.hu ,
man by sraburton via sxc.hu &
steak by julosstock via sxc.hu)
      His Dad took a T-bone steak and threw it at Grandma, who was running around pouring people's soup on their heads. He missed, hitting the manager instead. The manager picked up somebody's salmon (it might have been Miss Kay, the preschool teacher, but Timmy couldn't tell because of all the food on her) and threw it at Mom.  It was total chaos!

        But it didn't end there! The woman with the mozzarella in her hair grabbed the cannelloni from her plate and squeezed the insides straight into the waiter's collar -SQUWOOSH!

         It slid, like a ring round the collar, as the Waiter stared round the room, waiting for the perfect moment to fling with a ZING a great oozing mound of tiramisu, that landed all over, you know who!

         Grandma, wearing tiramisu from her ears to her shoulders shouted to the crowd, "Happy Birthday to Me" and raised her glass. I love a good food fight and expect to live to be one hundred so open wide, because here comes the champagne!

(officer by Julosstock via sxc.hu &
 fettuccine by bybar via sxc.hu)
        The champagne cork whizzed around the room and finally landed in a diner's lap. She was so startled, she flung the cannoli she was eating across the table WHAP, cream, crumbs and chocolate chips now decorated her hubby's cashmere sweater.  He stood up stunned and bumped the waitress with a tray full of sodas that emptied in a SHWOSH all over Timmy and his parents.

        "What is going on here?" someone bellowed.   It was Sam Bristle the police Sergeant, stopping by for a bite to eat. He got much more than a bite, though. BUNK, SPLATTER, WOOSH a gob of mashed potatoes, a slice of blueberry pie, and a clump of fettuccine with Alfredo sauce found their way to the Sergeant's head and shoulders.

        "All I wanted was a Calzone to go," he said.

         SPLOP-"Here's your calzone Sam," said the butcher, as he squirted its filling on top of the ala carte dinner the sergeant was already wearing.  "That's for the speeding ticket you gave me last week; it's on the house!"

   Timmy stripped off his top two shirts and found a clean layer.  He climbed up on top of the no-longer-white tablecloth and yelled, "Stop!"  Everyone froze holding food in the air ready to throw.   "This was my Grandma's 95th birthday dinner, and even though I'm messy, I just wanted it to be nice.  Now, I've ruined everything.  I'm sorry Grandma!" 

         "No, Timmy, you didn't ruin it," Grandma said.  "In fact this was the best birthday I've ever had!" Grandma hugged Timmy so hard tiramisu squished all the way through his last two shirts.  But that's okay, because it just wasn’t dinner with Timmy unless he was excused from the table naked. 

27 comments:

  1. I still love the baguette-javelin - great story!

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    1. I really believe a baguette can be a dangerous weapon! I like the diversity of the baker having a boyfriend too :) Well done!

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  2. I love what happened with the cop. I have at least a few parking tickets I'd like to even with someone about. :) I love the way the story all came together. Nice job everyone!

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    1. There's always someone out there who deserves a good cannoli attack... You really brought Grandma to life as a sassy 95 year old!

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    1. Erik, you were personally responsible for FOUR pieces of food thrown and complete chaos!

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  4. This is just delightful! I love, love, love it. Everyone did a wonderful job. :)

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    1. This is one solid group of writers and food fight warriors!

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  5. Great story, Lauri! Everyone sure did a great job. Of course, with a beginning like yours, it makes it easy to add on. And you tied it all nicely in a bow...grandma's gift. Fun! Sorry I didn't get to throw any squashes or potatoes at you.

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    1. Note to self: Do not get in a food fight with Romelle. She throws objects which will knock you out like potatoes and squash. (or do you mean baked spaghetti squash? that wouldn't be nearly as dangerous :))

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  6. What a hoot! This was so fun to read. Great happy ending Lauri!

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    1. Do not go to the bakery looking for a deal this week, because after you put those saucy targets on the baker's back, he continued to get clobbered!

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  7. I was late to this party, unfortunately, but I can see from what's here I wouldn't have been able to add anything, anyway.

    A marvelous group effort all around!

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    1. I nearly emailed you, but I was kind of worried you would incorporate monkeys throwing stinky naughty things or worse - a lasagna. Lasagna is only for eating, not for throwing.

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    2. Fluff monkeys are dangerous creatures, that's for sure.

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  8. Laurie, I was in stitches every time I went back to comment, and I was starving every time I left it. This story was a lot of fun, and I had a ball contributing to it. Great job!

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    1. I know, seriously hungry, right?! You had me thinking about cannoli and calzones!

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  9. Cannelloni as a weapon! This is hysterical! :)

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    1. Squishy goo wrapped up in a noodle? Perfect weapon!

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  10. Yours is the only story that actually made me hungry! Must be the Italian in me. I'm Irish, but every member of my family has an Italian stomach!

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    1. At least there wasn't a salami fight! You would love my Italian girlfriends who insist on stuffing me full of homemade food.

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  11. Wonderful story, Lauri. Everyone needs a Grandma who can fling food with the best of them! And love that you were able to tie it all up in the end, with Timmy back to his messy, naked self!

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    1. For awhile there I thought Timmy was going to escape any mess, but the waiter got him with the soda. Thankfully, he still had all four shirts on!

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  12. Great story! I loved the ending with Timmy soaking through his remaining shirts. Fantastic!

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    1. Thanks for making everyone soaking wet!! It was a fun time.

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  13. Oh my. :)

    http://joycelansky.blogspot.com

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    1. Yeah, we're going to be mopping up for weeks! I made the mistake of letting the cannoli sit too long, and it has hardened like concrete.

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