Feast

We feasted on chicken marsala risotto. The creamy arborio rice tickled
our tongues; the chicken hinted of the best wine. We savored every
dreamy bite.

Afterwards, I put away the full-color cookbooks that fed our
imaginations and helped my mother scrape the last grains of coarse
rice and salt into a bowl for tomorrow’s dinner.

- Another 55er for the 2004.03.09 flashxer “A quick fix”

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