The pages were bent and ragged from years of use, covers
worn out from hands rubbing over them. There were bowls everywhere, the oven
was still hot. She tasted it again, something wasn’t right. It was sweet, tangy
but not right. What was missing? She scanned the room again to see. Onions
maybe? No, but what could it be? She hit her head on the cabinet. A pepper that
was it!
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