The Minimalist Chef

“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”

“Done”

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”.

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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).

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This  114 word story is written in response to the 100 word photo challenge  posted by Rochelle Wisoff-Field each week.

Click on the ‘blue frog’  below to read other amazing takes, that fellow Friday Fictioneers have, on the same photo prompt: