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The Andersen Chronicles #27

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His store is vortex of scents and flavors, a virtual explosion of citrus and cumin, coriander, and cloves, a culinary treasure chest, and as the automatic doors swoosh shut, the grey bearded Persian lowers his paper, gets up from his chair behind the counter, smiles.
“Ah! Mister Thomas,” he says, head slightly tilted. “What can I do for you today?”
“A pound of chickpeas, garlic, tahini, a small habanero and a few lemons, please.”
“Making hummus?”
"Yes."
“Showing off to a girlfriend?”
“Just felt like cooking something,” I say.
“Sure,” he says, sotto voce, one eyebrow askew. Old and wise.

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    Richard Charles Davidson almost 4 years ago

    It's all in the technique!

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    Drew Martyn almost 4 years ago

    Haha, I love this and really appreciated the way you had the modern doors opening into the almost timeless foods and the wisdom of an old Persian.

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    D.M. almost 4 years ago

    wonderful drabble! you never disappoint!

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    Julie almost 4 years ago

    Nice drabble. I could almost smell the fruits and spices!

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    Thomas Andersen almost 4 years ago

    Thank’s for all your wonderful comments – it’s good to have a well of self-confidence to drink from on days where every word is a battle and every sentence a war.

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    Thomas Andersen almost 4 years ago

    Hey Anna Marie, thanks for the comment, and you're so right.

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