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What follows is in response to the 100 Word Challenge, authored by the big fish in the small pond of 100 Word Literature, Velvet Verbosity. The word this week is "Anchovies".
"Did you order the pizza, Honey", she asked.
"Yes, I did, Darling."
"Sausage and mushroom, right?"
"Well ... yeah. I think the guy that answered the phone just got off the boat. He kept tryin' to get me to add ingredients. So I went for some spices - ah ... basilico and aglio. Basil and garlic. Oh. And some exotic called acciughe."
"What's that?"
"I don't know - but he kept saying 'molto buona' - so whatever it is, it must be good."
"Just as long as it isn't anchovy. I HATE anchovies on pizza."
"No. No anchovies. I know better than that. Trust me."
Ndinombethe.
p.s. Just in case you don't speak Italian ... 'acciughe' is the plural of 'acciuga' - anchovy.
10 comments:
Where else could you go with anchovies except to pizza? I actually like the occasional anchovy, but not on my pizza. Caesar salad? Now that's a different story.
Anchovy stuffed olives....no really you have to try them before you knock 'em!!!
Good when you are in the mood for salty stuff without the calories....not that I'm counting.....
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excellent way to get to anchovy!
bueno! (Spanish) buono! (Italian?)
NIcely done (PurpleMoose speak)
thanks for the early morning giggle.
LOL Oops :P Thanks for posting the translation or I totally would have missed the funny :P
Good job :)
I think this was a funny story. Multi-layered, in showing how the miscommunitcation is a part of the marriage. The wife has made it know prior that she did not like anchovies and he failed to make sure that he did not order that on the pizza. Instead, he blundered on without trying to be understood and you have pizza fail!
The pizza guy represents the wave of multiculturalism that is sweeping our society. It is no longer good to assume that 'everyone speaks and understands english. His enthusiasm may be his desire to make sure he DOES get his information across and each time the man affirms the pizza guy's assumption, the further the miscommunication deepens.
When the pizza arrives, it will be yet another symbol for all the problems in the marriage, the tarnished hopes and broken dreams. The wife will again question why she married him and he will rue the decision to join in matrimony with someone who is so demanding and possibly high strung.
Or I could just be reading stuff into this. The husband should have asked for someone who HE could understand when placing the pizza order.
This was wonderful! I enjoyed it so much--great dialogue and its funny!! :)
You must know that my favorite part of reading your 100 word posts is seeing how you're going to next describe me using the prompt. Has that ever stumped you? I mean really stumped you?
I should grab the collection of them to amuse myself as needed. :)
Is this related to the male-myth of not asking for driving directions too. Loved this!
Mmmmm... pizza....
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