(Myssa’s Note: This is the short vignette I wrote during Christmas Eve. Unlike the character here, I spent my Christmas eve with my father, sister, as well as cousin.)
Something definitely felt missing. At least, that was what Samantha thought, after she tasted some of the spaghetti sauce she was preparing. More sugar she supposed; the can of sauce she had used had been labeled as ‘Italian-Style’ after all, so it was more than a little bitter for her palate. She placed the soup spoon she had been using to stir the sauce down on the kitchen counter, and turned down the dial on her stove.
It wouldn’t do if the sauce boiled over, she thought.
Standing on her tip-toes, she opened up the cupboards that were located just above the simmering spaghetti sauce, and looked at it’s contents for a few moments before she found what she was looking for. She leaned in a little to reach in, and retrieved a small jar filled half-way with brown sugar.
Samantha pried open the jar, and reached out for the soup ladle again, and scooped out just enough sugar to fill it before releasing its contents into the steaming sauce mix. She stirred the mixture a few times, before tasting the sauce again. Hmm, just about right she supposed. She nodded to herself, before turning the dial again on the stove, this time to increase the fire. It wouldn’t be too long before the soup was ready.
She glanced up at the clock that hung on the wall to her left. It was already ten thirty in the evening, it seemed.
Samantha wiped her hands on the small apron she was wearing, and walked over to the kitchen table, her brown ponytail swaying as she did. On it sat a large white bowl filled with the pasta she had prepared earlier, as well as a small bottle of red wine. Beside these was a two-liter plastic bottle of diet cola, as well as a small stack of pure-wheat bread. For a noche buena spread it was simple, but she wasn’t expecting any guests for Christmas Eve anyway, so it was just fine.
She cradled the bowl of pasta in one arm, and took both the bottle of wine and cola in the other, and walked over to the nearby living room. She placed these on top of the low-Japanese style table, beside the small poinsettia-decorated Christmas Tree that served as its centerpiece, and she returned to the kitchen to retrieve the platter of bread, as well as a larger plate for herself, a spoon and fork resting on top of the latter. She placed these down as well, before she returned to the kitchen one final time to turn off the stove as well as the gas.
Samantha took off the lid of the saucepot, and breathed in the fragrance of the newly-cooked pasta sauce. It wasn’t a kitchen masterpiece, that was for sure, but it sure smelled mouth-watering. She took out a small bowl from the cupboard, and filled it with just enough sauce for two plates of spaghetti. She then replaced the cover on the pot, and with bowl in hand walked back to the living room. She placed the bowl beside the food already waiting on the living room table, then sat down on the sofa.
She took a brief glance at her wrist watch, and noted that it was almost fifteen minutes to eleven in the evening. Although she had started relatively late, there was still a lot of time left before midnight. Now what to do until then?
I suppose I could call home, Samantha thought as she leaned back against the sofa’s comfortable backrest. Then another thought occurred to her: Wait, aren’t they still at mass at this hour? It was a tradition for the family, at least the ones who still lived in her hometown of San Lazaro, to go to usually the Christmas Eve mass together. Which means that there wouldn’t be anyone at the house to answer the phone.
Well I could always call them after midnight, she mused, as she opened the book that was had been sitting beside her on the sofa. Ah, The Children of Hurin, she noted as she idly flipped through its pages. Samantha supposed that the book was as good a diversion as any while she waited for midnight, and so settled into a more comfortable position on the sofa, and began to read.
It wasn’t the most exciting way to spend Christmas, but it suited her just fine.