Atlanta chef and culinary teacher Tim Patridge says there is a difference between reunion and funeral chicken. Reunion chicken, he explains, is fried fast and hot, in a hurry to get to the park and the party. It has a crust that is consequently crisper than the more tender crust of funeral chicken. Funeral chicken is fried slowly. Reluctant for the day to progress, the cook takes her time, turning the burner lower, braising as well as frying. As she stands at the stove, turning the pieces, raising and lowering the heat, she is lost in the act of remembering the person who has gone before. That memory, Tim suggests, may also flavor funeral chicken.
Autumn strode confidently into the Banff National Park at the beginning of September. While some berries and flowers were still producing their best work of the year, much of the foliage has started to turn with grass yellowing and leaves falling. It is a beautiful season in the park (but I would have to say that I like them all!). A couple of weeks ago I found this Grizzly bear in the Bow Valley between Lake Louise and the Castle Junction. It moved steadily through the palette of fall colors, eating berries as it found them.
It left this hillside meadow after a while and melted into the forest. I caught sight one more time and could see it watch me for a second before continuing on and easily disappearing again.
‘Ta-da!’ announced Margaret, throwing her arms open wide, ‘what do you think?’
Geoffrey stared at the array of lights hanging vertically from the ceiling, above the grand staircase.
‘What the…?’ he stared open-mouthed.
‘Isn’t it marvellous?’ gushed Margaret, oblivious to Geoffrey’s response.
‘Over a thousand individual lights.’
‘Well, if it’s what you want.’ Geoffrey shuffled off into the living room.
Margaret looked at his back as he left. She shook her head and gazed up at her new decoration. The smile returned to her face.
In the centre of the huge vertical chandelier one tiny bulb flickered on and off. Then another. Then every bulb flickered and went out.
Margaret stood in the darkness.
‘Sonovabitch’, she muttered.
© Roger Bultot
Written as part of the Friday Fictioneers challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields (more details HERE). The idea is to write a short story of 100 words based on the…
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Each year, my friends and I visit one national park together. In the last three years, we’ve done Yosemite, Banff, and Zion – this year it was Yellowstone. My favorite part of this trip was nerding out and learning as much as I could about the volcanic ecosystem that created the nation’s first National Park.
#1. Yellowstone is the largest supervolcano on the continent.
This supervolcano has had three major eruptions, each around 700,000 years apart. The volcano’s calderas (i.e. the part that explodes) encompass pretty much the entire park. There isn’t an eruption expected anytime soon, but if there is one, it would be devastating to the western United States.
Lower Yellowstone Falls. Almost the entire park is a caldera.
#2. Yellowstone holds the most geysers anywhere on earth.
Two-thirds of the world’s geysers live at Yellowstone. Just a few miles below the surface of the park lives a massive magma…
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This week’s photo prompt is provided by Jade M. Wong. Thank you Jade for our photo prompt!
‘What the bloody hell is that?’ said Stevie.
‘Dunno,’ said Mike, staring down at the gemstone. The size of a hen’s egg, it seemed to snatch light from the air and shoot it out in sharp indigo rays. ‘Amethyst maybe? That’s the purple ones, innit?’
Stevie massaged his temples, wishing he could rub out Mike along with the pain. ‘You nicked it and you don’t know what it is?’
A bewildered expression battered Mike’s face. ‘But we’re fieves – we nick fings.’
‘We steal TVs and fridges not … this.’
Stevie stared at it for a moment, at how the light glittered across the surface, at how it seemed to wink just at him …
‘Don’t worry, Mikey boy,’ said Stevie, closing his hand around the stone, slipping it into his pocket. ‘I’ll take care of it.’
Mike shrugged, staring down at his mobile phone just…
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Said to be 500 years old this Southern live oak tree produces shade that covers 17,200 square feet. This 66 foot tall tree located in John’s Island just south of Charleston in South Carolina is a magnificent example of the wonder of nature and is venerated by the locals and has given rise to many a folk lore during its long existence. If ever in the neighborhood make sure you visit with your widest lens in hand as you will surely need it to capture this beauty.
When I was in elementary school in the eighties, being read to in class was such a treat — and something I really miss. The weekly reading hour that I looked forward to the most was when my favorite librarian came to read a few chapters from a Roald Dahl story. (And over the years, she read them all.) I could hardly wait to hear the next prank Mrs. Twit would play on Mr. Twit in The Twits. Another favorite, The Witches, remains one of the stories from my childhood that really opened me up to the magic of reading. Dahl’s whimsical yet macabre and darkly comic stories piqued my imagination for the first time in those years, and — being a shy, quiet kid — showed me that anything was possible.
September 13 is Roald Dahl’s birthday, and 2016 marks 100 years since his birth. To celebrate, here are seven stories about…
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