Thelma McGarvey was well-moneyed. Her husband had died several years back and left Thelma with a substantial fortune. It had turned her into a greedy, dominating, haughty lady of position. She did little but socialize. All the household tasks were performed by paid servants. In the first two years of dictating widowhood she had fired three cooks.
Which brings us into the kitchen. Thelma, one mid-morning, barged uncustomarily into the kitchen and announced to Roger the cook that she was having important guests for afternoon tea. Some delectable slice of homemade cooking was what was needed. “And what’s this fly in the kitchen? There’s a fly on the kitchen ceiling. See to it immediately. This is gravely incoompetent.” Thelma stormed out.
For afternoon tea Roger baked a mouth-watering currant slice; two sheets of pastry with a thick layer of little black currants inside.
What a fine professional that Roger is. Some hired help might try to get back at the boss in some way. I guess he thought he could wing it, though.
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I think he took the wings off.
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Why did I read your story while I was eating lunch?
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Possibly to give it a bit of bite.
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Left a bad taste in my mouth.
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Did you grow up with the song:
There was an old lady who swallowed a fly.
I don’t know why she swallowed a fly.
Perhaps she’ll die.
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Nice story with a twist at the end. Thanks for sharing!
Thanks,
Debbie
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Thank you. It was inspired by what kids here in New Zealand call the recipe: Fly Cemetery.
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The recipe is in the good old Edmonds Cook Book- check out the fly paper section.
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My edition of Edmonds didn’t have the recipe so I downloaded it. I will change the recipe next time. It wasn’t spicy enough.
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That dish will create a buzz.
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Swot if I can help it.
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Well… the dish was organic and gnatural
Thats the best I have!
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In my naivety I had to look up gnatural. The only thing I could find (this is true) is that it “fixes erectile disfunction”. I still don’t know what it is.
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Well the GNAT…but in New Zealand I’m not sure what things are called.
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Oh! Now I feel a bit thick! It’s a very good pun! Gnats and Newts are two of my favourite words! We would use gnats, midgets, sandflies…. probably the same as you in the USA.
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Ok…Bruce I didn’t know. Like the jello word lol.
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When I was a teenager my mother once fried some bacon for my sister who, upon eating it, discovered a crisp wasp nestled within.
Truth is often stranger than fiction.
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Ouch! Your story has a sting to it.
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Ha, ha, Bruce! Thank you.
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Who says flies can’t be tasty? Good protein!
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I’ll fly with that.
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mmmmm…..
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Us farm kids always called it extra protein.
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Farm kids – will they never believe the truth? Milk comes out of bottles.
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We’re a tough crowd.
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We were tough alright! We warmed our bare feet on a frosty morning with warm freshly poohed cow pats. Nothing that couldn’t be hosed off.
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Mmmmm… Those fresh, warm cow pies. Nothing like ’em.
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