Food noise
Even insulated by fridge door and cupboard I can hear it. The ooze of hot cheese, the violent fracture of crackling. Every time, tooth jeopardy. Stakes are high. Steaks singing sirens of seared flesh. A graceful break of choc ice shell incisor incision. Peanut butter unsticking from palate. Saliva gurgle. The sulpherous slop and plop of educational establishment vegetables and a tooth curdling scrape of gigantic spoon excavating the corners of an aluminium pie tin. Cherry stones rattling, lined up for their plosive expulsion. Snap, crackle and pop. Popcorn gunshot. Glug of custard, lava puddles escape the pan. Dinner’s ready.
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Totally relate!
My fridge only becomes vocal after I’ve brushed my teeth and donned my nightie. ‘Beware of night starvation,’ It cries.’You may not live to see another day unless you tidy up that bit of pasta bake you couldn’t finish at dinner.’