Toothbrushes and Tofu :: Short Story Papers

Toothbrushes and Tofu Yay hyperchocolate hazelnut cake Yay apricot baklava Yay carrot cake and orchard apple tree crisp Yay periwinkle dining room trim Yay cages - Watermyn house journal, 1986 The co-op is on the corner of Waterman and Governor streets, hunkered there like an mature man, into a dilapidated permanence. Two enormous cherry trees occupy the former yard in the f both their golden leaves are left in peace to coat the lawn until they rot or blow away. A mingled cluster of bicycles clings to a metal sculpture that is perched like an insect downstairs the largest tree. The movement garden sprouts renegade tomato plants and Echinacea flowers, long interpreted over with weeds, and a tin sign hangs feebly from a plot of ground of yellow pipe, its faded letters announcing, Watermyn Co-op Garden. The newly built front porch smells of wet, cut wood and supports a ratty looking couch, a belittled mosaiced table, and half a dozen un-opened Wall Street Journals. The Waterm yn kitchen never fails to be a stimulating experience. This Sunday night is no exception. Ian and Allison chop vegetables, and the counters swimming in piles of mushrooms, carrots, spinach, bowls of crumbled tofu and pans spread with thick pizza dough. Liz Phair plays on the stereo, just loud enough to inhibit a prescript decibel of conversation. Old crumpled newspapers litter the two couches beneath the stereo, and rows of red-capped spices, cereal boxes and other assorted dried goods line the racks above the counters. Clippings, sketches and posters plaster the icebox and walls. Broken kitchen appliances are stuck above the fridge with black electrical tape measure and some bingle has scrawled above them in black marker, Kitchen appliance graveyard - where all good grooming tools come to die. Ian is tall, with a warm smile and a worn-in look, faded and comfortable like someones favorite sneakers. He groans as he opens up rotting bags of spinach, How long has this been in the f ridge? Im not sack to use this. Do you think I should use this? No, no one will want to eat this. Allison doesnt offer any suggestions. She smiles unconcernedly and slides an assembled pizza into the oven, holding her long brown hair back with one hand. dinner is served at 630 and in a few minutes co-opers will begin to wander into the kitchen and common rooms, lured by the smell of cooking dough and stir-fried garlic.