Food Stories

If you’re a fan of flash fiction, you’ll find tons of examples on this site. Below are six stories by Milda Harris all written around the theme of “Food.” Yum!

Food Stories

by Milda Harris

I stared at the girl making the Nutella crepe and couldn’t help myself. I went to the counter and ordered one with strawberries and bananas added to it – yum. I deserved it for finally getting the guts to quit my job. Comfort food and a happy day – could life get any better?

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It was one of those 101 degree days where you can breathe the heat in the air, it’s so hot. And, all I wanted was a hot fudge sundae with nuts. You know, the one from McDonalds? There’s just something totally amazing about it. Yet, I had to walk ten minutes in the blazing hot sun to get it. Completely worth all the effort, though, in the first bite – heaven.

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My dog thinks that everything I eat must be amazing tasting, gourmet food. At least the longing look in her eyes suggests that as she watches me devour my dinner of chicken, peas, and potatoes. Simple to some, gourmet to others.

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I have a craving for the taco stand down the street, but I’m on a diet and I can’t have it. I should make myself tofu crumble tacos at home, but they don’t sound as good as the grease drenched ground beef tacos at the little stand down the street. Cravings!

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Summer food is the best food: orange crush, hot dogs, potato salad, cream soda, grilled hamburgers, ice cold cola, coleslaw, pasta salad, freshly made lemonade, ice cream, BBQ of all kinds, iced tea with lemon, smores, marshmallows roasted on a campfire, popsicles… Okay, that’s it! I’m ditching work! It’s time for a picnic!

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I gave into a craving and ordered a grilled artichoke on a dinner date with a guy I had just met. It was a treat for me, since I never made them at home and I loved to eat them. The chef had even grilled it in some kind of sweet sauce and it was completely heavenly, except that I forgot the rule of early dating – never order messy food. Yet, here I was ravenously sucking on artichoke leaves in front of my date. Ah well, if we didn’t get to date two, it was still worth it.

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