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Words, Words: Food Poetry!

November 13, 2005



Caryn skips down the steps in a hurry. Mr. R. appears at the top of the stairs, clothes rumpled from weeks in bed.

MR. R.

Caryn! Wait.


Caryn escapes down the long corridor. Mr. R. gains some ground behind her.

MR. R.



She weaves in and out of the fancy furniture sitting unused as always. Mr. R. bumps an end table and knocks over a vase that shatters to the ground, but he doesn't stop.

MR. R.

You don't understand!

Caryn disappears through the door at the end.


Mr. R. pauses by the long, shiny table to catch his breath. Caryn breezes through the swinging door to the kitchen.


She whirls around and waits. Mr. R. barrels through the door in such a fury that he has no time to stop and smacks right into her.

Caryn doesn't budge as he regains his composure. He takes a deep breath.

MR. R.

Caryn. It's not true.


Oh? Really? Beautiful, rich actress with whom you spend all your time suddenly turns up married to you? Makes sense to me.

MR. R.

No, it's not. I mean, it doesn't. We're not married. I never even wanted to marry her.


How very sweet of you.

MR. R.

That's not what I'm saying. Just listen, okay?

He holds his hands out as if trying to grasp something, but then clenches them together as he tries to organize the words racing through his head. Caryn waits for the explanation.


A. has always been after me. You saw how she acted. She told all her friends that we were a couple. And it always got back to me, but I just let it go.


If it isn't true, why let people believe it?

MR. R.

I don't know. I guess I thought it was harmless.

Caryn folds her arms across her chest.


But I began to see on this movie that her plans were far more detrimental than I initially thought. She kept pushing me to go out with her all the time. And everywhere we went, there were always photographers. Even in the backwoods of Mississippi, the papparazzi happened to appear.


She wanted to create a story about you.

MR. R.

And the more I realized it, the further I backed away. Which of course incensed her to no end.



MR. R.

And so I ran.


And hid.

MR. R.

Hoping that it was over.


But the tabloids...

MR. R.

Yes, the tabloids. They'll take whatever story they can get. I'm sure she fed it directly to them.


Why? Did she think that you would somehow start to believe it too?

MR. R.

I don't know what she thinks.

Mr. R. runs his hands through his hair and takes a seat at the little table in the corner.


And I don't know what I'm going to do now. All this press will make the movie flop before it's even finished.

Caryn watches him for a beat before sitting at the table next to him.


It's really none of my business anyway.

He stares at a spot on the table. Caryn forces a cheerful smile.


Well, at least you're out of bed.

Mr. R. looks up at the thought and takes in the room, a little confused.

MR. R.

Did you redecorate?

Caryn shrugs innocently.


I got bored.

He stands up and goes to the fridge, but before he opens it, he peels off a magnet with "dumpling" printed on it. It isn't the only one. Dozens of little white and black magnets are arranged in mouth-watering descriptions of edible thoughts.

Mr. R. looks at Caryn, eyebrows raised.


Okay, I got really bored.

An almost imperceptible laugh escapes from his mouth.


You're gonna be okay, you know.

He returns the smile and nods.

MR. R.

Yeah. I know.

But it isn't the best performance of his career...

Food bloggers, your kitchen isn't complete without a set of these magnets to help you to find the right word to describe your favorite recipe! Fun and inspirational!


Food Lover Magnetic Poetry Kit

Posted by Caryn at November 13, 2005 12:11 PM | Printable Version | Recipe Only

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Couldn't help myself -- just ordered several for Christmas gifts, including - of course - one for my own frig! Thanks a lot!

Posted by: Alanna at November 13, 2005 01:12 PM

That is the perfect food-blogging gift!
And thank goodness that Mr.R isn't married to A, not that I'm totally suprised, of course....

Posted by: Nic at November 13, 2005 05:00 PM

so mr r thinks it's vital that caryn understands the situation eh... ;)

Posted by: Lil at November 14, 2005 03:51 AM

Ohh such subtext! Mr. R cares what Caryn thinks! She feels comfortable enough to redecorate! She flees! He chases! Well done, my dear.

Posted by: tara at November 14, 2005 11:48 AM

The plot thickens. A bit Jane Eyre, A bit The Nanny. (The juxiposition of those references is more a reflection on my cultural (mis)education then your intent, I'm sure.)

I try not to be disappointed when I click in and there isn't an update, but it is hard not too, especially since the story is getting so exciting.

Posted by: Creampuff at November 14, 2005 11:54 PM

Got your package this am. It was delivered to a neighbour, so has had a detour and I will be opening tonight when The Other Knitter returns from work... so exciting!

Posted by: Jess at November 29, 2005 05:12 AM

My goodness, this blog requires the patience of a stone. What ever happens next? How long do we have to wait to find out? How many hits must you get before the next installment? Sigh.

Posted by: belle at December 14, 2005 07:21 PM

I've noticed, you have interesting stories...

Posted by: Alice at July 13, 2006 03:20 AM

this is a wierd but unique story peom

Posted by: makena at March 8, 2007 01:29 PM

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