Food For Thought

Food For Thought

Sally stared up at the ceiling, arms flung wide across her bed as she contemplated her folly. She had met a nice man named Joe and they had hit it off but in her excitement to impress, she had promised to cook dinner for the pair. There was only one problem. Sally couldn’t cook. Not even a little. And the reality only set in after promises where made and assurances where given.

What now? She thought. What now?

It came to her on her morning commute. An ad played on her favorite podcast that she would normally skip over but this time it held her attention.

“Try Blue Apron,” the host explained in a chipper voice. “You receive fresh ingredients that are perfectly portioned to the recipe’s needs.”
Sally scratched her chin as she contemplated the service.

“Anyone can cook with Blue Apron!”

Anyone?  Sally wondered. She planned to put that declaration to the test.

Sally received the box in time for the big night. She took a deep breath and went to work. Shrimp and fresh gnocchi was on the menu and she was determined to not screw it up. The cooking instructions came with pictures and she followed each step diligently, scrutinizing her work against the pictures.

After 30 minutes, she plated the dish. Before her was a mound of shrimp and gnocchi with bright yellow cherry tomatoes garnished with basil. Her mouth watered at the aroma and the meal matched the pictures. She nodded her head approvingly and went to clean up.
Sally watched him, probably a bit more intently than she should have, as he took the first bite. When he finished chewing, Sally realized she was holding her breath.

“Wow,” Joe commented. Sally’s eyes widened. “This is really good.”

“Really?” Sally replied hopefully.

Joe smiled. “Yeah, this must have taken a lot of work.”

Sally straightened her posture. “It was no problem at all, I’m glad you like it.”

“I’m going to have to return the favor,” Joe winked. “I’ll cook something for you.”

Sally blushed and she smiled brightly. Her mission was a success.

Joe stared at the ceiling with existential terror. Why had he promised he would cook something? Sally’s food was so good, there was no way he could top it but that didn’t stop him from running his mouth. Now, he had to deliver.

He opened his phone and looked through his contacts. He picked his best friend and called. He explained the situation, his friend mostly listening.

“So man, any ideas?” Joe said, finishing his tale of woe. Joe listened to his friend’s reply and received a promising suggestion…  Blue Apron!  

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