Hello Dear Readers. Well it’s Tuesday and that means it’s time for the Trifecta Writing Challenge. This week we have been challenged to write our response to the third definition of the word path: 3 a : course, route
b : a way of life, conduct, or thought
On the Way to the Rubber Plantation
“What are we eating mother?” Randall asked.
“Oh something quite different!” Erica tried to keep her voice cheerful. “We’ll be starting off with a Piranha Pâté, followed by Wild Monkey Bourguignon and Jellied Plantain Salad Mold.
Randall picked up his wooden utensil and poked unenthusiastically at the Jellied Plantain Salad Mold.
Erica watched her son and was greatly worried. Randall had been growing steadily weary of the limited culinary choices available to them since they had become hopelessly lost in the Amazon jungle on their way to the rubber plantation.
No matter how hard Erica tried to keep things as they were at home in their California Bel Air mansion — calling on every culinary trick she could ever remember having watched on Iron Chef America — Randall remained glum.
“Randall, dear, I fixed a Sugar-cane Soufflé with Mango Sauce for dessert tonight!” Erica announced brightly. And Randall smiled. But Erica knew that smile. It was Randall’s brave smile. The same smile he had donned when he came back from the dentist that day with news that his teeth had been whitened to capacity, and he would just have to “live with them the way they were.”
Erica shuddered at this unhappy memory as she took a bite of the Piranha Pâté. Mmm . . .a slight gaminess but the texture was interesting, and the flavor was intriguingly fishy but not in an overpowering way . . .
“Oh Randall! You simply must taste this Piranha Pâté! It’s wonderful!”
But Randal was walking off into the jungle now. “I can’t take it anymore, Mother! I’m walking into the jungle, and I’m never coming back!”
Erica wasn’t surprised. Somehow she knew all along that this was the path Randall would inevitably take.
Erica absently took a bite of the Wild Monkey Bourguignon, and was immediately blown away by the exciting yet subtle flavors of the wild meat tamed by an açaí berry marinade!
Oh if only the Iron Chef Chairman could taste such perfection!
Until next time . . . I love you