Tagged: Food (993)

Twister 2942

By Arjun Basu | Published: March 5, 2011

The soup spilled from his mouth and soiled his suit. I’m a punchline, he laughed. But no one laughed with him. And then he knew it was true.

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Twister 3054

By Arjun Basu | Published: March 5, 2011

He sat in the food court eating Chinese. We’re all pathetic, he told himself, biting into an egg roll. But we’re all pathetic in our own way

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Twister 3201

By Arjun Basu | Published: March 5, 2011

The men looked down on the cheese plate with horror. Who cut the cheese? the head chef demanded. No one said anything. And then the giggles.

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Twister 3364

By Arjun Basu | Published: March 5, 2011

He shuffles down the sidewalk in his sweatpants, off for second-rate Chinese. He tells the waiter, I have no shame. Meaning the hot and sour

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Twister 3458

By Arjun Basu | Published: March 5, 2011

Big things were happening somewhere else. They watched it on TV. They ordered Chinese and watched some more TV. And then they went shopping.

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Twister 3569

By Arjun Basu | Published: March 5, 2011

She didn’t call him Meatballs, but Meatloaf, a point she made in front of their kids. Love is pain, he’d say. Before biting into her calzone

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Twister 28

By Arjun Basu | Published: March 5, 2011

She was a cheesemaker. He made macaroni. They met in a bar overlooking the sea. It should have worked. But she made the wrong kind of cheese

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Twister 102

By Arjun Basu | Published: March 5, 2011

Jim climbed the hill and was annoyed to find a man and his boy on top already, enjoying ice cream. I didn’t work so hard for this, Jim

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Twister 149

By Arjun Basu | Published: March 5, 2011

He sits in his room, winded from the fight. He remembers the taste of clementines, and reminds himself to write a letter to his step-mother.

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Twister 225

By Arjun Basu | Published: March 5, 2011

The venom was mild and only resulted in numbness. Was it a scorpion? the doctor asked me. No, I said. It was my mother’s baklava. Be afraid.

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