Frankenfood – genetically modified food
It was the middle of April and we were in lockdown because of the virus. My three children; Britney aged twelve, Molly aged eight, Charlie aged four and my husband, James, had cabin fever, they were running wild because of the lack of structure and normality.
I was tired of trying to plan things for them to do and teaching my children school was harder then I had thought. My husband was working from home but there always seemed less and less work for him to do. I had worked from home since miscarrying our fourth child. I wrote blogs, shorts stories, articles and other things like that.
After going through breakfast, I pushed the kids outside to play and with my husband heading off to the study to do his job, I went upstairs to dress. I put on clothes without thinking, going for comfort as no one would see me. There was no reason for going outside today.
Brushing my hair as I stood by the mirror, I realised I had put a Halloween dress on. Orange pumpkins, carved with cute faces grinned back at me from the mirror. Laughing, I went to change but then an idea come to me…. Shrugging and thinking why not, I went downstairs and called the children together.
‘It’s Halloween today!’ I declared.
‘No, it’s not!’ Britney, snapped, ‘that’s in October and we are in April.’
‘But we are going to pretend,’ I said, ‘you all know how much mummy loves Halloween.’
‘Yes! Can we get lots of sweets?’ Charlie, shouted.
‘Sure, but first we have to get everything ready. Who wants to help with all the food?’
‘Can we bake monster cookies?’ Molly, cried.
‘I like the spider cakes best!’ Briney cut in.
‘I want sweets!’ Charlie screamed.
‘We can do anything you want,’ I said.
As one the children gave me an ear deafening, ‘Yes!’ and rushed inside.
Making a lot of noise, we got recipe books out and everything we needed. I put a Halloween CD on and we sang along to some of the songs. Soon the kitchen was a right mess but there was the wonderful smell of sweet baking things; cakes, biscuits, cookies and other things.
At lunchtime, my husband was at first grumpy with all of this nonsense. I sent him into the attic to get the decorations down and start helping the children to put them up.
‘This is silly,’ James muttered to me as he had his lunch.
‘I know, but I’m so tired of entertaining them. It won’t do any harm.’
He mumbled something I missed.
‘Here, have a cookie,’ I said sweetly, ‘you never complain about my Halloween cooking.’
‘Because it’s far too good,’ James answered then wolfed the cookie down.
Laughing, I put the rest of the cookies on a wire rack to cool and put the next lot in the oven.
‘You sure you got enough supplies in to do this?’ James asked.
I nodded, ”I’ve been getting extra things in and make sure there was baking stuff for the kids to do.’
‘Mum! Mum!’ Molly screamed as she ran into the kitchen, ‘Charlie threw a spider at me!’
I rolled my eyes, ‘okay, okay.’
Juggling baking and decorations as well as a few arguments, we managed to get everything sorted. Then whilst the children decorated some of the biscuits, I ponder what to make for dinner.
‘What do you fancy?’ I asked.
A jumble of answers came back then Charlie started shouting, ‘Frankenfoods!’
‘What is that?’ I asked him.
‘Dad told us it’s food that’s not real,’ Molly answered for Charlie.
‘No,’ Britney cut in, ‘its bits of different food all mashed together to make a new food.’
‘Interesting…We could do that though…’ I said thoughtfully.
My mind whirling, I got raiding the kitchen once more then happily went back to the table were the children sat and placed down my findings.
‘Hot dogs?’ Britney questioned as she picked up the jar.
‘No, Frankenstein’s fingers,’ I said in a creepy voice and wiggled my own fingers in her face.
Britney made a disgusted sound and slide the jar away.
‘I want one!’ Charlie cried.
‘And we can make some other things too….pizza skulls?’
‘OMG, Yes! Molly yelled, ‘I love them!’
‘Right. Britney? What about you?’ I asked.
She thought then replied, ‘burgers, chips and salad.’
‘Cow pats with lave and witches’ hair,’ I translated into Halloween food, ‘that’s your dad’s favorite too. Who wants to help?’
They all put there hands in the air and shouted ‘me!’ at the same time.
The kitchen was once again turned into a mess but finally it was time to decorate the table and put all the food out so everyone could helped themselves.
Sitting on the sofa, balancing a plate of food, I watched the childrens’ Halloween movie alongside everyone else and thought that today hadn’t been bad at all.
(Inspired by; http://www.a-to-zchallenge.com)