Taste It First: A Roommate’s Tale

Gilly opened the fridge remembered that she failed to put any food on her side of the fridge.  The other side a few items like bread, and milk, but on the main shelf was this clear container filled with chili. She pulled the container out, and peeled back the lid, and took a smell. The chili was a deep shade of red, with what looks like meat, beans, onions, and it smelled good.  She smiled, as her stomach grumbled.  “Hey, Theo,” Gilly  said.  “I want some of this chili.”

Theo was in his room playing video games.  The fight was barely done, and the “level up” sign appeared on screen.  He was less than smiling until he heard Gilly. “Uh. Maybe you should taste it first.”

“I’m a taste it when I have a  bowl of it.”

“You know how I like it. Don’t fix a bowl unless you taste it first.”

“It’s cold. I’ll just heat up a bowl and have some.”

Theo sighed, and he found his himself fidgeting with the controller to select new abilities for his character. “heat a little up in the microwave and taste it.”

Gilly rolled her eyes.  She placed a dab of the chili in a bowl, and heated it up. A few seconds passed for what seemed like forever, “What are you doing back there?” Theo didn’t respond. She grabbed the bowl, grabbed a spoon, and tasted it.  She felt a confrontational heat in her mouth, and after she swallowed a secret fire burned and lingered in her mouth, then trailed down her throat that she felt travel down her esophagus. ‘What the hell?” She grabbed a bottle of water, fumbled with the cap, and drank it.  The heat spread inside her mouth and throat.

“Drink some milk,” Theo said.

“Theo. This is too hot.  What’s wrong with you?”

“It’s not too hot. It’s perfect.”

“You can’t serve this.”

“It’s fine, Gilly.”

“No it’s not.” Gilly took the container, and dumped the contents in the garbage. Theo walked in the kitchen just in time to see the last of his chili gone into the garbage.

“Gilly, what the hell?”

“You burned me, and now I’ve burned you.”

“I don’t have the money for another meal. That was supposed to last me for a few days until I get paid.”

“Too bad,” she said as she played with her hair.

“You’re too lazy to make or purchase food, and now I have to eat your mistakes?”

“Looks that way.”

Theo couldn’t hide the glare on his face.  He huffed, turned away, went back to his room, and slammed the door.

Her stomach still agitated her. She drank the milk from the carton, and refused to put the cap back on. She contemplated who in their right mind was going to lend her sixty bucks to cover her meal, and compensate Theo for his.


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