Sour Cream Container Novels & Stories

We all watched as Hector dished up some of the almost curry-like concoction. Jax put the bread in one of the breadbaskets we used. He took everything to the table but Hector held one bowl back. Opening up the fridge, he took out the container of sour cream. Putting a large dollop in the center, he smirked and held out the bowl to me. I took it and looked down at it. It smelled amazing even with the sour cream. “It softens the spice. You should be able to take it now.”

Cheese has a sophisticated milky taste which is a hint of sour, Sour cream has a soothing soft spice to it, and paprika is hot and mouth-watering…. Which one? As my eyes were glaring holes into the boxes of pringles, I heard someone say something. "excuse me miss, do you need help?" asked a nice young man. I didn't know what the fuck to say. He just nodded once and picked out the sour cream. "I recommend sour cream. It's more of a very detailed mixture of many things so you get many flavors at once," he said with a smile and I returned his smile and picked it. "-thank... You." my voice broke and I looked to the floor in embarrassment. "it's completely fine, no need to feel embarrassed. Do yo

The only light shined through a five-centimeter opening between both the depth in the middle of the basement and the wooden slab, most likely to keep parts of the chiller even colder than they already were. I was seeing a cable going out the rear and a little power source adjacent, but with the chilly air blowing in, I suspect they have had to operate it continually throughout the cold season and would be able to reduce and save some money on gasoline. The chiller was bigger than any I'd seen in a while, and when I opened the lid, I was astounded by how much material littered the bottom and sides. There were multiple columns of egg cartons, some piled four elevated, and I sensed a flash of e

“I need help. This is melting, and I need you to help me.” I sighed. “Then go put it back so it won’t melt. I can be there in a second to help you track down some rocky road in a blue container.” Mrs. Carrot spoke up. “Oh, a blue container? If you like non-dairy products, there’s a rocky road in a nice light blue container at the end of the aisle, on the left. It’s tucked beside the sherbets.” Were these people fucking serious right now?

“And what is that thing with you?” “Oh, this?” I asked, showing him the ice cream container. “This is an ice cream. It is a sweet and flavored soft cream. It is Bren’s favorite sweet. I cleaned his fridge and told me to throw this away since it’s already expired. When I looked at the expiration date, it wasn’t expired at all,” I explained. “Does he know about this?” I shook my head and opened the lid of the ice cream container showing him the mouth-watering violet color hardened cream.

"You're right, of course." My voice was sweet, even carrying a trace of flattery. "I'm usually so busy with work, so I really did neglect Hayden's feelings. He often tells me that you understand him best and love him most. That's why he said he wants to give you all the credit for this great moment." I pointed at the huge container behind me, white mist emanating from it. "This batch of supplies uses the latest 'accelerated freshness-locking technology' Hayden developed. He said you need to be the one starting it so it can bring the company good luck.

That kind of certainty must be rather peaceful. I didn’t have time to think on it much more, as our drinks arrived. Ben handed me a neon green, plastic container – the bottom shaped like a grenade with face drawn on it - a long straw protruding from the top. The thing was nearly a foot tall. “Really?” I asked, looking from him to the absurd form holding my mixed drink, then back to him. He shrugged, his lips twitching as he tried not to laugh. “You said get the biggest – that’s what the biggest comes in. It’s called a Hand Grenade.”