In my tiny, oven-like kitchen, I persist. I throw in a handful of red chilies and garam masala into the smoking oil. The tempering screams, promising to ignite something within.
Still, our hands don’t touch under the table.
***
In my tiny, oven-like kitchen, I persist. I throw in a handful of red chilies and garam masala into the smoking oil. The tempering screams, promising to ignite something within.
Still, our hands don’t touch under the table.
***
You have my mouth watering and wondering. The sensory details really worked for me.
Thanks, Margaret!
Aw..all that toiling was of no use? Hmph!
Lovely imagery, Hema 🙂
Thank you,Uma 🙂
Wow! The contrast says it all.
Thank you! I’m glad it came through.
I like the way you ended this!
Thanks, Anusha!
All the chillies and garam masala didn’t work either 🙂 love the delicious details of the food here!
Thanks, Sara 🙂
Great contrast, and sensory details! You tell the whole story and it leaves me feeling the disappointment. Just wondered if you needed to have ‘in’ and ‘into’ in your second sentence.
Oh yikes, could’ve saved a word there! Thanks, Katie!
I love the way the food screaming suggested the state of the cook’s desperation.
Thank you, Nate! I’m so glad it came through.
I love how you conflated heat and food and love, and that last line – the *figurative* heat there is almost palpable. Just wonderful.
Yay! Thanks, Christine <3