Flash Poetry: “Chicken Kiev”

Some days, I'm just not cut out to make Chicken Kiev. The pounding of raw, dripping chicken (And the meat stuck under fingernails) Curling it delicately in on itself (And smearing the fearfully-full-of-salmonella butter over fingers, because you know it doesn't stick well on its own) The flour, the eggs-- Oh Gods, the raw eggs,... Continue Reading →

Mini Flash Fiction: Accidental Adventures in Culinary Places 

This story may or may not have come from me almost doing something... She adjusted her veil and looked in the mirror, smiling as her grandmother approached. "Any sage advice for me, 'Maw?" The elderly woman thought a moment, eyeing the baby pink ringlets that edged out her grandaughter's elegant bun. "Read the labels." Her... Continue Reading →

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