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Friday, March 24, 2017

Wednesday's Words on a Friday


The original Words for Wednesday was begun by Delores and eventually taken over by a moveable feast of participants when Delores had computer troubles.

The aim of the words is to encourage us to write, a story, a poem, whatever comes to mind.
If you are posting an entry on your own blog, please let us know so we can come along and read it.

This month the words are supplied by me and can be found here.

This week's words are:


1. kitchen
2. multiple
3. facility
4. wing
5. gourmet
6. straight

and/or:

1. pancake
2. flipping
3. considered
4. decent
5. apart
6. weak

Here is my story:  a new installment for Papa's Cookhouse.

Chapter Three.

 While work began with the emptying and cleaning of the old woodshed, Papa worked out the next part of is plan. First, a to-do list of people that must be contacted, followed by a second list of things to be done. 

Number one, of course, was a long chat with his old friend Philip Pfeiffer. Of similar age to Papa, Philip was a master craftsman, a carpenter with the enviable talent of being able to take a vague outline of an idea, then delivering exactly what the customer wanted. Philip was now semi-retired, handing the business to his sons, Duncan and Patrick, while keeping his hand in as manager/supervisor/consultant and gatherer of new clients. Years ago, Papa and Philip had worked together building the current 'Papa's Cookhouse' when the original small kitchen became inadequate.


Second on the list was a call to Jim Macleod, overseer of a prison half-way house where young first offenders were under the guiding hand of a trusted long term prisoner, Oliver Machenko.


Oliver Machenko was a cook, working in the kitchen of the low security prison halfway up the state.


He'd worked his way up from maximum security, with multiple stays in solitary confinement, to regular prison. Now here he was in a minimum security facility, little more than a half-way house really.


The kitchen was his domain: his menus, his methods, his rules. Oliver was a trusted man now. New inmates, first offenders who were in for rehabilitation were taken under his wing and taught to cook.
Nothing fancy, certainly not gourmet, high-end restaurant meals, but plain cooking that would possibly help a young man turn his ways around and go straight. The sort of cooking that would get a man a position as a short-order cook in a diner perhaps.


Not all the newbies were interested or had a flair for cooking, but most seemed grateful for the chance to learn how to make a decent pancake, scrambled eggs, mashed potatoes and sausages with a good onion gravy. Flipping burgers while keeping an eye on the bacon and stirring the onions so they didn't burn - any young man who learned that within a week or three was considered a cook by Oliver. And of course there was coffee. A decent cup of hot coffee was what set a diner apart from all the rest and Oliver taught his boys well. Coffee made in Oliver's kitchen was never served lukewarm or weak.
It seemed that Oliver had finally settled down.


Jim Macleod finished reading Oliver's latest parole application and sat back in his chair. The phone call from Papa had come at just the right time. The parole board was meeting next week and Jim felt that Oliver and a couple of his young 'trainees' were ready to stand before them and plead their cases for release.

16 comments:

  1. An interesting story, so far! :-)

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  2. S.J.Qualls; thank you. Part of what you read here is from another story I wrote long ago, without any word prompts, and I hoped it would fit in without confusion.

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  3. I get so wrapped up in your stories and then they come to an end with a thump and leave me wanting more.

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    1. only slightly confused; thank you so much. I hope to continue this one some time. It needs more. It's crying out for more.

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  4. Papa is a good man. I love that he is happy to give others a chance. And hope Oliver can leave his past behind him.

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    1. Elephant's Child; Papa remembers the help he got to get started when he arrived in the country. Oliver's past has a lot in it, there are issues which need resolving.

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  5. .. great chapter 3 ... I hope Oliver and his trainees do the right thing by Papa .. we'll have to wait and see .. loving this story .. xxxx
    Barb xx

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    1. Barbara; Oliver and his trainees first need to pass the parole board hearing. And a replacement for Oliver needs to be trained for the halfway house.

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  6. Wonderful use of the words, River. You nailed it again. :)

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    1. Lee; thank you. I like what you did with the words too.

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  7. So far, so good!! To be continued?

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    1. fishducky; definitely to be continued.

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  8. Good story as always.
    I've just finished eating a pikelet - not that you really wanted to know that :) should have made a pancake.

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  9. Margaret-whiteangel; snap! Just last night I was thinking about pikelets that we used to eat with jam and cream.

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  10. I, too enjoy your stories and look forward to knowing the ending. You really have a talent for writing with these prompts.

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