Cooking With Family...A Writing Prompt

The prompt this week is, "So this is a cook off for the inheritance?   Is that what you're saying?" 
Number of words: Up to 114 (including the 114 words of the prompt).
Style of writing: Any
Keep it clean and let your imagination soar.

I did it, Jenny, 114 exactly!  Happy Thanksgiving!

COOKING WITH FAMILY

When the terms of the will were read aloud in the stuffy lawyer’s office we discovered Aunt Sally still tortured us even in death. To verify I asked, “So this is a cook off for the inheritance? Is that what you’re trying to say?”

On Thursday Aunt Sally’s personal chef would judge.

We worked tirelessly to come up with a winning recipe.  Thursday arrived. The chef tasted each dish showing no expression.

“This dish, Grave Rewards, wins. Full flavored, tender with an intriguing taste I can’t quite identify.”

The winner claiming the inheritance refused to reveal the secret.

Sour in life but sweet in the pot Aunt Sally had helped me win.   Sweet revenge.

Saturday Centus 133 Birth...

I look forward to MS Jenny's prompt each week.  One hundred four words exactly!  I've had this ditty written awhile but Blogger is doing the blue circle dance today and it has taken over an hour just to get these words on the page.  Join the fun and may you avoid the blue circle.

BIRTH

Seeing white, seeing red
Why am I tied like this?
My feet are wrong
Now I’m really pissed

Cylinders of gas
Unseen faces being cursed
Trying to throw things
Aiming for the nurse

Don’t tie me down
You know I can’t breath
This damn thing
Is truly killing me

The pain was excruciating
The doc didn’t help
When I grabbed poor Hubby
All he did was yelp

I bemoaned my condition
I swore never again
I swore off sex
and I swore off men.

Then I heard a simple word
“Push” was my command
Now that made it simple
And I held Hubby’s Hand.

SC 117-Medical Care

“Please remit your payment promptly”

Was on every bill.
The piles growing quickly
Along with bottles of pills

Don’t understand the medical
I know it must be a game
The doctors hand out candy
The dentists say, what a shame.

I think it’s a party
A money making crime
Though they rarely fix you
They charge for all their time.

Money goes for testing
Others get money to read
You get a bill for your records
When a copy you need

You don’t have to pay for a car
When it's not repaired
I think the same rule ought to apply
To a patient’s care.

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Saturday Centus 112

Welcome to week ONE HUNDRED AND TWELVE of Saturday Centus from the wonderful Ms Jenny Matlock. 

The prompt this week is: 'It's an amusing little whine...' (and, yes, the misspelling is deliberate)
Number of words: 100 plus the 5 words of the prompt. 105 total.  Style of writing: Any

I don’t like a noisy dog

One that growls or barks

I want them to be quiet

As we’re strolling in the park.

I want them to lay silently

At my feet while I read

I want them to look at me
And communicate their needs.

I’ve had yappers

Who drove me quiet insane

Their persistence barking

Stuck needles in my brain

I’ve also had some growlers

That seemed to growl for fun

Didn’t need a reason

They growled at every one.

Now I have a whiner

He does it all the time

But I have grown to love him

It’s an amusing little whine.