Sunday Dinner At My House
Jul 28th, 2025 by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
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I carry the steaming pot of paprikash to the table. It’s spicy and garlicky, and my mouth waters in anticipation.
“That looks amazing,” my sister says.
“You printed this?” My mother’s nose wrinkles, and she leans back in her chair.
“Of course,” I say as my sister shifts a bowl of buttered noodles. I set the pot down.
“You kids have it so easy. In my day, we had to chop our own vegetables and simmer the chicken for hours.”
My sister and I grin at each other, but my mother doesn’t notice. She’s already spooning food onto her plate.
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