Trapped
The combination of pungent, herby aromas in these final ingredients is mind-altering, and fills the room. He tosses them into the pot, trapping all evidence with a cast iron lid. However, my last aromatic memory of his creation is that crucial twinning of herbs, herbs that will elevate a mere kitchen concoction to, he hopes, a culinary masterpiece. As an olfactory memory, it should help pass the time.
He pops it in the oven. “We’ve got about an hour to wait. Is that OK?” he asks.
The herbal duet still lingering on the air, how could I say no?
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Frenchie over 4 years ago
Oh my, this so superbly written that I find myself on their kitchen and I can actually smell the cooking.
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Neville Hunt over 4 years ago
Oh thanks very much Frenchie. Not sure if there will be any leftovers though!
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VerityAlways over 2 years ago
I have to admit Neville, I have to learn the art of food vocab from you!
I wouldn't dare to write a series on a recipe! I hardly manage a single drabble! -
Neville Hunt over 2 years ago
Thanks Verity, but I bet you could do very well if you gave yourself a chance! Go on, try it! There’s a challenge!
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VerityAlways over 2 years ago
I'll try, Neville. Only if I survive the current series;)
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Neville Hunt over 2 years ago
You’ll survive it, I have faith in you!
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VerityAlways over 2 years ago
God knows, I might die this weekend. I'll work on the obituary;))
But, thanks as always for all your continued motivation and encouragement!! This has been a great exercise more than I imagined.
