Beat of Destiny and other Drabble Shorts
Food for Thought 1x2x3x4x5
I never really realized how different our diets are from
one another. I mean we do have our junk food, our comfort foods, and the food
that none of us will touch with a ten foot pole.
The grocery list I’m going over is a diversified as our
nationalities. Rice, teas of different sorts, pesto, wasabi paste, chili pepper,
figs Etc, Etc, Ect. It’s going to take me hours getting everything on this
list, and I’m not sure I can get it all in one stop, either.
Quatre doesn’t eat pork, but you haven’t seen anything
until you’ve seen him wolf down a hamburger with all the extras. He also loves
peaches, and we all love watching him eat the juicy fruit, licking the nectar as
it runs down his hands.
Trowa dislikes a lot of greasy foods, but give him a tomato
based dinner, and he’ll make sure there are no left overs for the next day.
evening with a bowl of just plain vanilla ice cream, and a look of pure bliss
across his handsome face.
Wufei has a dislike of the hot and spicy foods I, for one,
really like, and the others hate me after I eaten them.
potato chips if you can believe that. I’ve
seen plenty of bags of those fried taters come up missing from the pantry
shelves.
Heero has a love of fresh fish and vegetables. The colonies
really didn’t have a lot of fresh fruit or veggies, and I’m sure he’s
making up for lost time. There has to be some sort of snacking vegetable in the
fridge or one served at dinner or he’s not happy. It makes pizza night
interesting, that’s for sure. I have to make sure he gets a veggie delight all
for himself.
As for me, I’m not really picky. After living on the
streets as a child, you learned not to be picky as to where or what your next
meal was going to be. Sister Helen always made sure we ate our canned veggies
and the day old bread. My comfort comes from the smell of cinnamon that she used
to make rolls with each Sunday morning for all of us.
The first time Trowa made rolls with extra cinnamon and
rich icing, I cried. I was so ashamed of the tears pouring from my eyes that I
hid for hours outside in a tree, away from prying lovers. I never thought in a
million years that a simple spice would bring a grown man to cry.
“Duo, what are you doing? I thought you left already.”
My blond lover has come into the kitchen, empty teacup in hand.
“Just double checking the grocery list. Don’t want
anyone getting mad that I forgot something.”
“Let me see it, I’ll make sure for you.” He grabs up
the lengthy piece of paper and starts to run through all the items. He grabs up
my pencil, scribbling something down at the bottom before handing it back.
“Don’t forget my peaches.” He smiles, turning to head
back to his office down the hall. Too bad he missed my raunchy smile. We’ll
all be enjoying peaches, and Quatre, later tonight!