Food

In the past 48 hours, I've replenished Iain's food supply. He now has cauliflower, asparagus, sweet potato, carrot, and broccoli in the freezer. Whew! That should last 2 or 3 days.

Conversation with Iain, ca. 2024:

I: Mom, what's for dinner?
F: One whole side of beef, ten pounds of potatoes, a lasagna, and this bucket of green beans.
[Pause]

I: And?
F: What else would you like?
I: I dunno. Maybe a pie and some ice cream, or a burger to eat with the beef, or maybe some fried chicken as an appetizer.
F: I can thaw one of the chocolate pies in the freezer, son, but I don't have any fried chicken made up right now. How about this ham?
I: That's ok, Mom. I'll just run out for a snack. Be right back.

[Iain heads to the garage.]

I: Hi, Dad, I'm going to run out before dinner.
C: Oh? What for?
I: Just to get a snack.
C: We're eating in about 15 minutes, son.
I: Yeah, I figure I can go out, eat a bucket of chicken and some cole slaw and be back in time for Mom's beef and potatoes with lasagna and green beans. I just need a little something to get me through the next 15 minutes.
C: [sighs] Ok, kid. Just don't leave the satellite transmission device set on that Mars music - you know I hate that.

[Iain departs.]

[end of scene.]