On the Prowl
“The sight of his wife—politically incorrect and clichéd as it might be—standing barefoot at the expansive counter contributed nicely to his newly acquired calm.
She looked at ease in the space, her classical features and feminine delicacy somehow striking a pleasing balance with the slick, dark modernity of the utilitarian room. She held a large, sharp knife comfortably in one hand, the other guiding a pile of cleaned and stemmed mushrooms into the path of the flashing blade. She barely hesitat...ed when he approached, offering a tentative smile across the granite peninsula.
“I thought a stir-fry would be quick and easy,” she said, and he noticed the small prep bowls of neatly chopped vegetables spread around her.
He tried to look pleased. “The vegetables look … pretty.”
She laughed. “Don’t be scared. The beef is marinating in the fridge.”
Nic relaxed in relief. “Ah.” He lifted his head, sniffing at the fragrant air. “Something already smells pretty good.”
“I put the rice on first.MoreLess
She looked at ease in the space, her classical features and feminine delicacy somehow striking a pleasing balance with the slick, dark modernity of the utilitarian room. She held a large, sharp knife comfortably in one hand, the other guiding a pile of cleaned and stemmed mushrooms into the path of the flashing blade. She barely hesitat...ed when he approached, offering a tentative smile across the granite peninsula.
“I thought a stir-fry would be quick and easy,” she said, and he noticed the small prep bowls of neatly chopped vegetables spread around her.
He tried to look pleased. “The vegetables look … pretty.”
She laughed. “Don’t be scared. The beef is marinating in the fridge.”
Nic relaxed in relief. “Ah.” He lifted his head, sniffing at the fragrant air. “Something already smells pretty good.”
“I put the rice on first.MoreLess
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