the pristine white fridge, pure and clean dirtied by the "schedule," corners peeling. monday: meatless tuesday: tacos wednesday: pasta thursday: meat friday: pizza defining dinnertime before it happens, waiting for us to wield our forks at the dinner table silently. I want to peel the sad list off the fingerprinted surface, but it's nice to pretend things are normal and so are we.
This is a really cheesy and somewhat dramatic piece, but it was fun to write as always. It was inspired by my mom making that exact schedule for our weeknight dinners so she can plan everything when she goes to the grocery store. As a picky eater, those are the main things I eat. Please feel free to leave feedback in the comments and/or writing challenges. Stay safe and healthy out there.
Brooke
adventures of a typical high school student 