March Writing Challenge - The Souffle

(This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.)

The Souffle

Word count: 150

Genre: Fantasy

Character: A chef

Material: A bucket

Sentence: “Shut up.”

Bonus: The story takes place two-hundred years from now.

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The chef twitched his nose. A burnt aroma wafted from his souffle. Again, he failed to create it correctly. It served him right using recipe books from the 21^st century. He scraped it into a bucket by the door. The pigs would be enjoying a classy dinner at the rate he was going. He should've asked his grandmother for her advice when he attempted it all those years ago. Unfortunately, he had been rude instead.

“Shut up.” he had growled, and continued to make attempt after attempt.

Now, a dozen people were coming for dinner, a savory dinner, in which the main dish was a savory souffle. He gazed out the window. The sun was beginning to set; he was out of eggs.

“Well, I don't think they can tell the difference.” he said to himself, and proceeded to use one of the food replicators in his kitchen.