The incessant rain beat on the kitchen windows fogged.
barely a thread of steam coming out of the crack in the door half ajar.
parsley, garlic, cinnamon, sugar, salt, pepper, coriander, oregano.
These are the colors.
Which Spice had not yet crossed the threshold of the kitchen, where food had not yet inspired the genius mind that shape with the talent that has only a genius, sublime food that will define it mildly.
spatula, ladle, knife, sieve, saucepan, whisk, tray.
These brushes her ...
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