Everything and the Kitchen Sink

There’s chaos in the kitchen.  Bodies bump and cupboards open and close like a blinking eye restoring its loose contact.  The old man, sitting on the black leather couch, is not used to these sounds.  Whenever he’s in the kitchen, he’s in control and the audio is minimal.  But this week is one of his favorites.  All three daughters are together.  And what are they doing?  Is that chocolate chip cookies they’re going to be making or are they getting things ready for lunch?  It’s hard to keep track of time when one day after another slips by.  He’s lived at least 32,850 days in his lifetime and wonders what age will be his last.  No one with his surname has ever lived to be a nonagenarian except for him.  He reaches for the remote to increase the volume, a task that takes more time than ever as his hand and its five digits shake.  He holds the device closer to his body for stabilization, but it is too far from the television to get the job done.  There’s disgust as his appendage continues to quiver while he trains his mind to focus on the task at hand before he forgets what he’s doing.  The verile engineer is long gone and will not be returning in his lifetime.

Kitchen chaos continues.  The once glistening granite counters are adorned with bowls, measuring cups, and a dusting of flour.  Broken egg shells clog the sink’s indentation as curses come when creaming hard butter and sugar with moisture from only an egg and a teaspoon of vanilla.  

“I should have brought the mixer,” says the stubborn middle sister with regret.  “It’s my lame brain.”

“No problem.  It will take longer, but we’ll have more time together,” responds the youngest.

“Hey, while you guys are talking, where do you think Dad keeps the cookie sheets?”

A new sound pierces the nap of the old man.  Unsure of what that high frequency was, he looks towards the kitchen.  There are his three middle aged daughters with a large plate of chocolate chip cookies and a glass of milk.  They walk towards him like members of a marching band. 

His voice scratches.  “Are these for me?” he asks.

“Absolutely!” echo his daughters.

The old man reaches for the plate.  Unaware that his hand is shaking, he takes a chocolatey bite and slumps back into the couch’s leather in satisfaction.   “How did I get to be so lucky?  You three girls sure take good care of me.”

By nancyrsantucci

Newly retired Texas educator who loves reading, exercising, cats, and hanging out with her husband.


  1. Dear “Snippets of Writing,”
    I am always drawn to literary pieces that are grounded in culinary delight! Aside from the fact that I have quite the affection for fare, I am incessantly fascinated by the intimate connection between what we eat and who we are. You’ve so intricately captured that in this excerpt laden with love, laughter, and life! I also terribly enjoyed your thoughtful word choice. #yum
    I can see the elderly father, otherwise rigid in his ways, but happily acquiescing to his daughters. Their bubbling enthusiasm, with subtle insights into their differing personalities, reminds the reader that their shared bonds don’t take away from their individuality at all. Oh how I loved the childlike satisfaction of making the perfect cookie for their dad; followed by his prompt readiness, even stirring from his dreams, to sit up and taste the fruits of their labor – only to sink back into his comfortable couch, with heart and mind filled with the joys of fatherhood.
    This was simply…beautiful! Thank you so much for sharing. You’ve reconfirmed why the cuisine-based genres are perhaps my favorites of all.
    Job well done!
    ~Dr. Carla Michelle Brown

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      1. Thank you so much for your kind response! That you are compelled to share is even more heartwarming! I did genuinely enjoy this story. I hope you write many more! ~Dr. Carla Michelle Brown


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