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Thursday - Food

Apologies for the extreme lateness but I've just got my new internet connection! Better late than never right?

So I'm back again with the last theme of the week: Food! The lack of food, an overabudence of it, chocolate covered strawberriess... you get the idea!

I hope everyone has a fabulous Christmas, if you don't celebrate I hope you have a fabulous day anyway.

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[theme tag=food]


Dec. 24th, 2009 04:58 pm (UTC)
T:TSCC, Riley, Fresh fruit
Dec. 25th, 2009 12:20 am (UTC)
At first, fresh fruit doesn't taste right.

By the time Jesse places Riley in a foster home, the wonder of food hasn't really worn off yet. Riley still eats too quickly and sometimes too much and she never turns anything down. Her foster parents rightly assume that she's been starved, even if they can't possible guess the cause of it. It makes Riley nervous at first, like she's already screwed everything up, until Jesse points that out.

Riley has seen fruit before, mostly the dried papaya and apple slices that sometimes came over from Australia. She knows about scurvy and always swallowed down the tough mouthfuls of food, grateful to have anything at all in her stomach. Once, just once, one of the soldiers had come back with a shirtful of wild strawberries, the plant stubbornly growing through the rubble. She'd only had the one, tiny and pale and tart on her tongue and it had tasted like something out of a dream. The huge, bright red strawberries at the grocery store look wrong and the papaya and apples of the here and now taste watered down.

Riley discovers quickly that it's a luxury to dislike food, especially fresh food, and one that she really, really enjoys.


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