Food of Love

 Food of Love

by Kathy Silvey

She could cook when he wasn’t there. She grated ginger without grating her knuckles like when he looked at her. Today the shrimp would nestle in a bath of soy sauce and honey speckled with ginger and garlic and crushed red pepper, happily marinating.

They would be delicious, and when she added them to the pan she would not burn them like the pancakes she had made for him. She had made perfect pancakes since age twelve—until he looked at her.

Love glowed in her blush of shame when praised for her food by everyone but him.

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