“Honey, this kitchen is filled with my mother’s memories. It can’t be touched. I’ll let go of one thing though..for you”
“The paper lanterns needs to go…”
“Honey, Mother hand-made them.It has sentimental value”
“A fresh coat of paint?”
“Honey, Mother hand-painted Sharkie, Carpie herself…”
“If Crapie stays…. these old bottles go”
“Honey, Mother has a story for each….”
Lizzy looked around her late mother-in-law’s kitchen once more, the greased walls and useless clutter, and took a deep breath.
“OK. I want the fire extinguisher gone”
Lizzy meticulously prepared for dinner the next day: “Flambe Bourbon corn chowder”, “Flambe Sirlion steaks with coq au vin sauce” and if that wasn’t enough : “Flambe Bananas”.
From Wiki: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Flamb%C3%A9:
Flambé also spelled flambe, is a cooking procedure in which alcohol is added to a hot pan to create a burst of flames. The word means flamed in French (thus, in French, flambé is a past participle; the verb is flamber).
This 114 word story is written in response to the 100 word photo challenge posted by Rochelle Wisoff-Field each week.
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