Daily Prompt: Ingredients

What’s the one item in your kitchen you can’t possibly cook without? A spice,your grandma’s measuring cup, instant ramen– what’s your magical ingredient, and why?

Let me think, what’s one item in my kitchen I can’t do without?

Is it a spice, I can’t consider it nice?

Grandma’s measuring cup ,

Grandma left before I showed up?

Then perhaps it is  ramen

No  they’re too curly I fear

What can it be what can it be ?

I pull my hair

And I grind my teeth,

Such an elusive item I haven’t really seen.

I run to the cook and ask his assistant,

They look at me and show me the door.

I make up my mind to go to my kitchen

I check and I check

But didn’t know what to  check

Suddenly  voices cried out

Are you looking for us?

I open the  cupboard what did I find?

Pieces  of pink and white salt smiling at me!

We  make your food tasty yes we  do

How can you forget all about us!

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DP Daily Prompt: Sweet Dreams( Are made of…

Sweet dreams are made of sugar and spice and everything nice. I have day dreams, which gives me great pleasure if they turn out as I want them to be.

There was a time I dreamed about living in a country other than my own. The political situation,the constant worry of living in a place with fear, was diminishing my  patriotic spirit to a point where I was having nightmares, I was looking for an opportunity to get out and live somewhere I could live in peace.

The opportunity although some might call weird I grabbed it. Now what was grand about it, I married a man who lived in North America, who  had a decent job. That meant I won’t starve, there won’t be general strikes, procession by students, or someone robbing us.

It was a beautiful city, I met a lady soon after I came. She and I became good friends,each morning we went for long walks  to get fresh air and also much needed exercise.

I watched the first snowstorm which paralyzed the city. It was not as bad as frequent strikes and turmoil in my native land.

People were friendly, my husband’s boss was a delightful gentleman. When he heard I intended to learn driving he very gently told me not to practice on his street.

There were a lot of new places to see and enjoy. I relished living in a country other than my own.

A year later we moved to a different province,my husband got a job in a small town of ten thousand people. I was lucky I was hired to teach in a local elementary school.

It was not all rosy, a colleague of mine was jealous when she found out my salary was higher than hers. She was never nice to me. I carried out my duties the best way I knew. The kids were excited to have me as a teacher. I had long hair, I wore a sari to school, I was different. The other children had  Mrs Hill, Mrs. Fogarty, Mrs. Bluebell and so on.

I was Mrs. Nasheman, they had a bit of trouble pronouncing it , the unique name made them happy. If you ever teach kids you’ll find out how unique they themselves are.

My dream is fulfilled I am so happy!

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