It’s wet. Been raining all night, looks like it’ll rain all day. Mist in the trees, looks like a rain forest. Everything feels damp–I mean, duh, it’s raining–but everything feels soaked through–supersaturated. You can feel mold growing on your eyeballs. You expect to meet people dressed in moss, with mushrooms in their hair.
In an attempt to cheer myself up, I made another mushroom press. I need a real name for that food–it sounds like something you make something with, not something you make to eat.
Okay, you take a small lump of your pre-made ARTISAN BREAD IN FIVE MINUTES A DAY basic recipe and flour it up and press it out as thin as you can without tearing it.
Then you cut up portobello mushrooms and sprinkle them with garlic salt and Parmesan cheese. Or put whatever you want on. You can use ham and cheddar. You can use scrambled eggs and sausage. Whatever.
Fold it over and oil it and a panini press or lean and mean grill. Put it on and close the grill. This took about five minutes.
Charlie and I split it and had it for breakfast, along with fresh tomatoes.
It didn’t cheer me up.
writing prompt: What food does your main character turn to in an attempt to cheer up?