She had refined her ability to burn bridges, cutting potential loyalists at first offense, so how she’d earn entree into this group, this sharp-witted intimate clique, she had no idea.
Entree. I think it’s French– though there’s nothing at all French about the frozen meals I buy everyday for lunch. It’s actually kind of depressing, really. You never get exactly what the little cardboard box advertises. And it never tastes like it’s supposed to either. I shudder to think about those break-time meals; always with some entitled asshole acting like you should be helping them, rather than taking the single 15 minute increment you allot for yourself to eat something. Albeit something that only vaguely resembles food, but sustenance nonetheless.
entree.. I really do not know what it means. It may be the one who enters or the one who wants to. Why do i care? Ohh yes i do. I forgot i am a writer !
“I’d like one entree please”
“An entree?”
“yes..”
“That sounds retarded. Why don’t you say dish?”
“D: I wanted to sound fancy”
“You’re not even pronouncing it right.”
“It’s in tree isn’t it?”
OTL
enter. entree. on tree. in tree. in threes.
is it a dish served as you come through the door?
are they traditionally consumed in a tree?
Is it so small that you have to eat it in triple?
on tree. on tray.
is it called that because they serve it on a tray?
no, those are hors d’oeuvres.
The meal is bland–as boring as a meal could be. He stares at it in distaste and sighs. He wants something better. Something more filling, tastier, bloodier. He wants to work for his food.
An entrée into the world of absolute confusion. Conflicting ideas, diametrically opposed emotions all assaulting simultaneously and ceaselessly. I am so happy for for them. I am so angry with them for leaving me here alone. I want their calm, their togetherness, someone to help me feel like they do.
Tuesday we ate an entree that consisted of June bugs and green beans. The entire experience wasn’t unsatisfactory, just unappetizing. I found the bugs to be a tad al dente and the entree one I wouldn’t care to enjoy again.
The entree was delicious. Much better than was expected. They then moved on and enjoyed the night after taking the rest of the course. They still talked about how the food was delicious and agreed to try it out sometime again under the stars in their favorite place.
We sat down at the table and she ribbed me in the side with her elbow. There was a twinkle in her eye and she glanced over at Nathaniel, then back at me and said in that sickeningly sweet voice of hers, “Juliet, could you pass the entree?” I looked at her, my eyes flashing, and I knew that she was trying to make me feel stupid. She knew that I didn’t know what an entree was.
Before I could say anything Nathaniel passed a dish of a steaming something over me and dropped it onto the table in front of her.
“Here ya go,” he said, never even turning his head to look at her.
the beginning of a meal…entree…. enter into madness of scent, taste, taste buds rising like mountains to hungrily take it in
the luscious, the delicious taste
in
Upon the silver plate in front of me was the delectable visual feast I had paid for. Under tiny morsels of crumb lay the salmon pink, so beautifully pink, in it’s silver jacket, waiting for me to devour it.
the entree was particularly unpleasant. i considered killing the waiter but then again it really was the chef’s fault. Perhaps I should shoulder the blame, entrees are not usually my thing, but here I am standing over a pile of corpses with a knife in my hand.
Wow. How do you even put this word into the text? A little ‘e’ with an apostrophe? It’s hard enough to time in a minute without worrying about fancy bits. Um… that’s all.
the beginning of. start to a meal. entrance. entry into society. introduction. fills you up before the main course. resist at all costs. never order. choose wisely. make an impression . the doorway, the entrance. posh way of saying appetizer.
He had waited all his life for this opportunity. All he ever wanted was to cook. Food in all aspects occupied his waking thoughts and his nightly dreams. This entree would be special and he would be remembered for all time.
She felt like the etree, wondering why she had really been invited to the dinner. The suits around the table had grins on their face as I sat at my seat. I was filled with anxiety, the unknown was almost more then I could take. Where we’re all the others who had promised their presence. I took a deep breath and sat down.
Where will the fun stop. It was all go from the entree to desert. I would rather be home with an omlette and a good book, but everyone here was acting up, putting on a performance, and it would have removed their audience if I had left.
As I sat at the table getting ready to order my entree I wondered what he thought of me. Does he think I am too short? Too chubby? Is my hair to fluffy? As I wondered these things, my thoughts turned to him. He is not what I expected, but I don’t really care. It doesn’t matter. He is funny!
This is the main course of the meal.
Chicken, beef, pork, duck or lamb
Take your pick from what your stomach wants
But use your manners and don’t over eat
You must save room for what comes after.
The dessert comes next!
The entree is the best part. We got the starters out of the way. We looked at each other and waited. Fifteen minutes past. Then, the kitchen doors swung open. A man came forth.
Comes after the appetizer, it is the main part of the meal. Everyone likes entrees. Entree comes before desert. Every restaurant has Entrees. Food would not make sense without entrees.
I just wanted to say that I miss you very much. I don’t know what I am saying and why I am saying it. I just do. I know that there’s nothing left for me. I know that you don’t miss me. I’m fine with that. I just want you to know that you’re one of the best things that has happened in my life and that I love you very much.
She had refined her ability to burn bridges, cutting potential loyalists at first offense, so how she’d earn entree into this group, this sharp-witted intimate clique, she had no idea.
By Clarity URL on 04.22.2012
I wonder what that accent would be like if it wasn’t supported by an “e”. Such co dependence
By lane on 04.22.2012
Entree. I think it’s French– though there’s nothing at all French about the frozen meals I buy everyday for lunch. It’s actually kind of depressing, really. You never get exactly what the little cardboard box advertises. And it never tastes like it’s supposed to either. I shudder to think about those break-time meals; always with some entitled asshole acting like you should be helping them, rather than taking the single 15 minute increment you allot for yourself to eat something. Albeit something that only vaguely resembles food, but sustenance nonetheless.
By Nicole on 04.22.2012
entree.. I really do not know what it means. It may be the one who enters or the one who wants to. Why do i care? Ohh yes i do. I forgot i am a writer !
By Omkar Thakur on 04.22.2012
“I’d like one entree please”
“An entree?”
“yes..”
“That sounds retarded. Why don’t you say dish?”
“D: I wanted to sound fancy”
“You’re not even pronouncing it right.”
“It’s in tree isn’t it?”
OTL
By Liang URL on 04.22.2012
enter. entree. on tree. in tree. in threes.
is it a dish served as you come through the door?
are they traditionally consumed in a tree?
Is it so small that you have to eat it in triple?
on tree. on tray.
is it called that because they serve it on a tray?
no, those are hors d’oeuvres.
By ashley URL on 04.22.2012
The meal is bland–as boring as a meal could be. He stares at it in distaste and sighs. He wants something better. Something more filling, tastier, bloodier. He wants to work for his food.
By Animehead on 04.22.2012
What exactly is the entree going to be?
I’m sick of waiting.
By Hollie URL on 04.22.2012
an entree is a meal that you can select to eat. i find large menus often to be very overwhelming. there are so many entree’s to choose from.
once i go to a restaurant and find an entree i like… i am loyal to it.
By Kailey URL on 04.22.2012
I can pass over the appetizers and get straight to the entree.
By Desiree J URL on 04.22.2012
The most important part of the meal is your entree. It should be full of plenty of protein and carbs.
By ryan on 04.22.2012
An entrée into the world of absolute confusion. Conflicting ideas, diametrically opposed emotions all assaulting simultaneously and ceaselessly. I am so happy for for them. I am so angry with them for leaving me here alone. I want their calm, their togetherness, someone to help me feel like they do.
By shannon on 04.22.2012
What kind of entree do you want? Can I get the appetizer for my entree? I just want to be given a choice in life.
By Annica URL on 04.22.2012
This isn’t what I ordered, but it’s not so bad. I’ll pay for it.
By meliora URL on 04.22.2012
Tuesday we ate an entree that consisted of June bugs and green beans. The entire experience wasn’t unsatisfactory, just unappetizing. I found the bugs to be a tad al dente and the entree one I wouldn’t care to enjoy again.
By Nikki on 04.22.2012
A culinary dish. Something french. I’m really not sure what it is. This is just my hunch.
By RmCalderon URL on 04.23.2012
The entree was delicious. Much better than was expected. They then moved on and enjoyed the night after taking the rest of the course. They still talked about how the food was delicious and agreed to try it out sometime again under the stars in their favorite place.
By Edt on 04.23.2012
Petticoats, laughter, cakes and tea
In my head and mind surround me
Here as a guest at the Mad Tea Party
We all sleep hardly
Never a wink
The entrée comes rather late
So I eat instead the dinner plate
A loathsome affair I do admit
For my poor belly is giving a fit!
By Keenan on 04.23.2012
You pulled up a platter
you unveiled the platter
I stared at the platter
puked.
You pulled out the platter
you said “Whats the matter?”
I looked straight up and said
“You.”
By Ethan URL on 04.23.2012
the first little meal in a dinner course. its kinda like a snack, before the real deal of the meal.
By Caitlin URL on 04.23.2012
We sat down at the table and she ribbed me in the side with her elbow. There was a twinkle in her eye and she glanced over at Nathaniel, then back at me and said in that sickeningly sweet voice of hers, “Juliet, could you pass the entree?” I looked at her, my eyes flashing, and I knew that she was trying to make me feel stupid. She knew that I didn’t know what an entree was.
Before I could say anything Nathaniel passed a dish of a steaming something over me and dropped it onto the table in front of her.
“Here ya go,” he said, never even turning his head to look at her.
By river URL on 04.23.2012
“no, seriously, you’re taking forever to pick.”
he smiles at the complaint.
“then pick for me, if you’re so anxious.”
“you hate my taste.”
“i don’t.”
he hears a soft chuckle, and pink blooms on the other’s porcelain cheeks.
“how does one forever with you on the side sound?”
By 데니스 (´▽`)/ URL on 04.23.2012
the beginning of a meal…entree…. enter into madness of scent, taste, taste buds rising like mountains to hungrily take it in
the luscious, the delicious taste
in
By Nicole on 04.23.2012
entree is like a meal you eat and usually its a big nice meal
By Ashley Bradley URL on 04.23.2012
Upon the silver plate in front of me was the delectable visual feast I had paid for. Under tiny morsels of crumb lay the salmon pink, so beautifully pink, in it’s silver jacket, waiting for me to devour it.
By Korrie on 04.23.2012
the entree was particularly unpleasant. i considered killing the waiter but then again it really was the chef’s fault. Perhaps I should shoulder the blame, entrees are not usually my thing, but here I am standing over a pile of corpses with a knife in my hand.
By nnozica URL on 04.23.2012
Wow. How do you even put this word into the text? A little ‘e’ with an apostrophe? It’s hard enough to time in a minute without worrying about fancy bits. Um… that’s all.
By quinis on 04.23.2012
the beginning of. start to a meal. entrance. entry into society. introduction. fills you up before the main course. resist at all costs. never order. choose wisely. make an impression . the doorway, the entrance. posh way of saying appetizer.
By lon on 04.23.2012
He had waited all his life for this opportunity. All he ever wanted was to cook. Food in all aspects occupied his waking thoughts and his nightly dreams. This entree would be special and he would be remembered for all time.
By sheilakm URL on 04.23.2012
entrée
By HiHaj on 04.23.2012
She felt like the etree, wondering why she had really been invited to the dinner. The suits around the table had grins on their face as I sat at my seat. I was filled with anxiety, the unknown was almost more then I could take. Where we’re all the others who had promised their presence. I took a deep breath and sat down.
By Crisnole URL on 04.23.2012
Where will the fun stop. It was all go from the entree to desert. I would rather be home with an omlette and a good book, but everyone here was acting up, putting on a performance, and it would have removed their audience if I had left.
By Meredyth URL on 04.23.2012
His hands are slim around the stem of the glass, the wine swirling and catching light that flashes back at you in bursts of crystal red.
By quiet URL on 04.23.2012
As I sat at the table getting ready to order my entree I wondered what he thought of me. Does he think I am too short? Too chubby? Is my hair to fluffy? As I wondered these things, my thoughts turned to him. He is not what I expected, but I don’t really care. It doesn’t matter. He is funny!
By Susan URL on 04.23.2012
This is the main course of the meal.
Chicken, beef, pork, duck or lamb
Take your pick from what your stomach wants
But use your manners and don’t over eat
You must save room for what comes after.
The dessert comes next!
By Kaitlyn Jones on 04.23.2012
entrée
By Ryan Ng on 04.23.2012
The entree is the best part. We got the starters out of the way. We looked at each other and waited. Fifteen minutes past. Then, the kitchen doors swung open. A man came forth.
By pranob gupta on 04.23.2012
Elantra pans go down the road peanut butter jelly cans purple black and blue shoes walk across the room night time
By Hayley LeTexier on 04.23.2012
Comes after the appetizer, it is the main part of the meal. Everyone likes entrees. Entree comes before desert. Every restaurant has Entrees. Food would not make sense without entrees.
By Hayley LeTexier on 04.23.2012
I just wanted to say that I miss you very much. I don’t know what I am saying and why I am saying it. I just do. I know that there’s nothing left for me. I know that you don’t miss me. I’m fine with that. I just want you to know that you’re one of the best things that has happened in my life and that I love you very much.
By Joseph on 04.23.2012