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PROMPT July 26th What food would you like to judge in a Cook-Off? Collin's toes hung off the edge of a little step stool he parked against his stove. He was straining to stretch his hairy little arm up and over the bubbling pot so he could stir the yucky, mucky, absolutely terrible gunk that bubbled and boiled and sent steam up into the air. The pot was huge so Collin had to stretch not only his arm, but also his hairy little body and cock his head at an odd angle just so one beady eye could peer into the pot. It was Collin's own version of the chili he loved as a wee small creature. Yucky was good. Mucky was great. And the gunk in the pot appealed to Collin's pointy little nose. He waved a hand in the air and brought the steam to his nose, and then inhaled a very long breath. The parsley was good. The sage was subtle. The slight burn from the pepper was even better. But it needed a little something. Hmmm...what could that be? Collin tapped his chin and stared at the ceiling as the steam from the pot wafted up evaporated into tiny little puffs. Collin thought as he tapped. And he thought some more as the steam swirled around his nose. Hmmm...what could it be? Salt? Pepper? Oregano? No...those all seemed fine. What? What could it be? Nutmeg? Thyme? Paprika? No...those were all good too. So...what was missing from Collin's big pot of muck? Collin thought and he thought...and then...just like a light it popped on in his head! Of course! That was it! Collin jumped from his perch and raced to his pantry. He dug through the goods, throwing little pots of seasonings and spice this way and that. Then his gnarly little fingers grasped a soft cardboard box with a hard plastic lid. It was cocoa of course. And it was cocoa the muck in the pot needed most. So Collin raced back to the stove and jumped onto his stool. And then carefully, very carefully, as he stretched his arm up, he tapped a portion right into the pot. He stirred and he stirred and then he let the flavors meld.The he picked up a spoon and took just a tiny bit of muck. Hmmm...it was perfect! The cocoa did the trick! And Collin was pleased with his muck in a pot. He giggled with glee, because this was the day he would finally win. He would enter his muck into an ancient muck contest. And finally, FINALLY, after 200 years he would take home the prize. At least he hoped he'd take home the prize. Collin turned off the stove covered the pot. Then Collin, along with his pot of muck, raced off to the village to enter his muck. He crossed his fingers and he crossed his toes. Surely, this was his year, to make the winning muck. Indeed, Collin was pleased. |
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