Victor Carmona
Stories (2/0)
culinary curiosity
I have cooked simple meals for most of my adult life. I had a mix of home cooked meals and take out 2 or 3 days out of the week. I regularly attend the gym and am often too tired to want to make hot meals after a long day of work and hitting the gym. Meal prepping became a big part of my routine for years. I was content with the basic chicken breast with rice and veggies for the longest time because it’s easy to make and filled me up. Of course, I would change up the flavor with different seasonings or marinades for my poultry so I wouldn’t get bored of the same taste. Occasionally I would substitute chicken for a nice juicy steak just to have some variety and for the most part that would be my dinner.
By Victor Carmona2 years ago in Feast
the unsinkable
The Unthinkable I was 8 when my father shook me awake. “Liam, get up son you got to get up now it’s time to leave son.” I sat up in my bed, father was standing at the side of my bed, I looked around my mother was busy getting my sister up and dressed. i looked out the porthole and it was still dark out. “what’s going on?” I turned to look at my dad who was staring back at me. “There seems to have been a bit of commotion on the boat and they need everyone to head to the top deck, get dressed Liam” my dad declared as he went on handing me my suitcase to get dressed. I took that to mean we had landed in America early. I grew rather excited to finally have arrived on land. Dad spoke highly of the freedom of being at sea. How nothing, in his mind that is, compared to the feel of being out on open waters. It excited me but being on this boat made me question what he meant since we were confined to a tiny space compared to being on land. It was even smaller for us since there was spaces that were off limits to us guests, even more places off limits to us kids.so I truly didn’t understand what he meant by “freedom of the sea” In my mind it failed in comparison to the endless freedom of being on land. A place where I could go out and run with my friends a place where we could ride our hobbyhorses all day until we grew tired and still couldn’t see the edge of land. That is what I thought was freedom, I didn’t understand until I got older what dad meant. I just knew I shouldn’t dwell so much on where I was as much as I should think about where we were going. The new world, the land of opportunities. I got excited thinking we had landed already and could finally leave.
By Victor Carmona2 years ago in Fiction