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A Dish Best Served Cold (Flash Fiction: Humor)
As a parent you want to give your children good advice but sometimes you can get roasted by doing so. In one particular instance I was trying to explain to my eight year old son Jonathan, what the phrase ‘revenge is a dish best served cold’ means.
“It’s a saying,” I told him,”Sayings have some double meanings to them.”
“So revenge is like a popsicle?” Jonathan asked.
“No, the saying means it is better to get back at someone when the time is right.”
He still looked confused so I tried again.
“It’s kind of like frozen Pizza.”
“PIZZA!” He cried.
“Ok, so when we buy pizza-”
“PIZZA!”
“Jonathan, listen, revenge is like cooking the Pizza when mom isn't home and eating it.”
“When do you think mom will let us eat pizza?”
“When she discovers that being vegetarian is a waste of time.”
“I heard that!” said a voice from the kitchen,”No more grocery shopping for you!”
“But pizza,” Jonathan whined.
“I know, it is a cruel thing,” sympathizing with my son,” to be denied pizza.”
“Henry!” my wife called,” One more word about it and I swear-!”
“Alright,” I said apologetically, “I will reduce my meat enjoyment habits.”
A pot holder flew out of the kitchen and hit me in the face.
“Love you too,” I called.
After about fifteen minutes, my wife called us in for dinner. We both took our places at the table and my wife brought in the food. She placed a particularly heaped plate of veggies in front of me.
“Don’t worry,” she said,”They’re best served cold.”
I held up my hands in defeat.
“Well played, ma’am,” I said ,”well played.”
I ate my cold vegetables.
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