She unpacked ingredients in her mother’s kitchen, reminiscing.
Her mother had spent hours teaching her their cuisine.
Tonight it was time to broaden her horizons.
She dry-fried spices, seared meat, chopped a handful of tiny chilies. They’d add a nice little kick.
Timothy smiled encouragingly and took the first taste. He turned bright red.
He started to cough.
Eleni poured useless water, fanned her napkin.
‘What are you trying to do! Kill the poor bastard!’ laughed her father, offering Timothy cooling yoghurt.
Her mother quietly pulled leftover moussaka from the fridge.