~~~ It was tingling. I could see again and my tongue was tingling. It was coming up. I fumbled for my list, looking over each customer’s name as the glucose tablets did their job.
This was when I was at my best, when my senses were just coming back from the brink of unconsciousness. I could smell every food that flitted across my mind as if it were sitting directly in front of me, and each name on my list spoke it’s request.
Rose was having a dinner party. I wasn’t a big drinker, but just the mental image of popping a chocolate truffle in my mouth after a sip of red wine made me drool. Wine and chocolate would be her theme.
Leah liked to fight with her food. Oysters were still in season and reasonably priced. She’d love ripping the tiny muscles out of their cozy shells, even if the poor things had already perished in my oven. I laughed at my mind’s eye as it showed me Leah spanking a pomegranate with a wooden spoon, jostling the succulent seeds from the ruby orb that housed them. I’d make a while chocolate mousse and leave instructions for how to properly punish a pomegranate with her.
Aro, an old friend of my father’s, was last on my list. He loved when things seemed complicated, but hated fancy foods. For him I would make a dessert with puffed pastry and a cheesy souffle’. Really, as long as whatever I fixed puffed like his ego, he’d be pleased.
I had a lot of cooking to do, as soon as I could stop sweating. ~~~
