“What are you supposed to do with this,” asks Daughter. She holds up a jar of crystallized ginger.
“Um… eat it,” Mom answered.
“What? Just like this?”
“Sure. Try some.” Mom pours out a handful.
“Yum. But if you aren’t supposed to cook it first, why is it in the spice rack?”
“Because I never found out what you’re really supposed to do with it.” Mom grinned.
The challenge, should you choose to accept it, is to write a story in exactly 55 words. Flash Fiction 55 is hosted by the G-man, a host with the most.