Momma's Kitchen

Something Is In The Oven

The L shaped kitchen is where the traffic starts

No walls separate it from the living room to the entrance

The granite green counter has spots still unseen by the chef

She preps the entrée on the counter, no cutting board, no gloves

Sloppy chef she is, she starts cooking without checking the ingredients first

She slaps the chicken breast on the cooking sheet and trims the fat then seasons it with popular herbs

Lemon juice and a shimmer of salt, she turns the knob to 350 degrees

When the beep sound of the oven is announced

The black door to hell opens up revealing grease spots on the oven floor

Two racks, one with the cooking sheet on top

The alarm is set for 30 minutes and the decision of rice or potatoes is made

Rice it is

The packaged salad is released from the container and dressed with ranch and vinegar

The rice is washed and moved to the cooker, the salad is placed on glass plates

The alarm for the rice cooker is finished but the chicken is still broiling

She notices the spot on the counter, digressed to clean it

The alarm sound and the mittens are on

Hell's gates are closed and the knob is turned off

The chicken begins cooling up

The elderly woman walks to the kitchen examining her daughter’s food, nose up to the air

“I’m not hungry.” She walks away

The chef sets the table and dines alone