Stirring Up The Pots
“Everything under control?”
“Absolutely,” I responded, stirring the contents of the left pot, checking on the right.
Gravy bubbled up delicious aroma. Steamy chocolate swirled to the ceiling, taking me back to the time I watched mother make the same recipe.
“Darn!” my inner voice screamed. “Cornstarch lumps!”
I reached for the blender. Meantime I detected a slight burning cocoa smell and set the dessert sauce aside.
“Fifteen minutes left!” the announcer yelled.
A panel of judges awaited each contestant’s creations.
“Interesting combination with chicken,” one stated, sampling mine. “There’s brandy. Definitely chocolate. Cherries are divine. What’s your dessert sauce?”
From Guest Contributor Krystyna Fedosejevs
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