If your book doesn’t have a scene of someone eating something, you might want to consider one. Most people eat at least three times a day – often more – and a meal can carry every imaginable kind of metaphorical weight. It’s a great way to show fault lines in relationships or to bring people closer.It is also a wonderful way to avoid the dreaded “talking heads” chapters in which you need to have characters talking, but can’t figure out what they should be doing. The trick is to make the meal fit into the larger story arc naturally. Make sure it is motivated beforehand and that it triggers something later in the story.

Today’s prompt:

Do not write about a meal. (Ha! Got you!) Write a scene in which your characters prepare a meal OR write about a memory you have of a meal being prepared. Try to focus in on tiny details in the kitchen that will give clues about the the people in the scene. It is natural to have lots of smells and tastes in a scene like this – remember to add in sound.

      In the afternoon, Karly helped Grandma make brownies for dessert. Grandma got out all the ingredients before they started.  Karly measured the ingredients as Grandma told her what each measurement was for each ingreadient.
     "I'll let you use the mixer, but put the blades in first before plugging it in," Grandma said.
      After inserting the blades and plugging the mixer in Karly stuck it into the mountain of flour, sugar, cocoa  and eggs. She moved the mixer in a figure eight, listening to the buzzing. She manuerved it around the edges of the bowl and through the middle until it looked  like brown silk. she pressed the off  button. "Can I lick the blades?" asked Karly
      "Sure," Grandma said, pouring the mix into a baking pan. She scraped the remainder and then handed it to Karly. "You can what's left on the scraper too."
       The chocolate flavor slid down her throat. "This tastes better than the brownies after their baked. I could eat that whole bowl."
        Grandma closed the oven door. "You're going to have to wait 30 minutes to have a taste."
        "I can't wait," Karly said. "Do we have ice cream for the brownies?"
        "I don't know, why don't you look."
        Karly looked in the freezer. "There's a gallon of vanilla," she said, closing the door. A scent of chocalate produced a pool of water in her mouth.
       "Grandma, I'm going outside. Call me when they're done."
       "Before you go outside, I want you to wipe the dishes first."
       Darn, I thought she'd let me get out of it this time.