An 100 word entry for Friday Fictioneers, the writing challenge set weekly by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, who this week used a photo of her own. Please follow the link to find the rules and also more 100 word stories based on the above photo prompt.
Patrick rolled beads of risotto on his tongue, letting the buttery sauce carry flavours of garlic and white wine around his mouth. It was good, but not yet perfect enough for his fickle restaurant customers.
“More salt,” he eventually said.
“Are you sure?” Claire asked, brazenly. He narrowed his eyes at the only person in this kitchen who thought she could challenge him.
“Remember when we were in Sicily, and we spent that one evening on the beach?”
A red flush appeared above Claire’s collar. “Yes.”
“I remember the risotto we ate in the restaurant beforehand better. Make yours like that.”
A risotto imbued with many volatile chemicals!
I actually did my undergraduate project in flavour chemistry. 🙂
What a great description in paragraph one. Really evoked the senses.
Thanks! I always try to practice using the senses, they’re so important when writing!
It seems that Claire got the salt. Now she should get her revenge.
That last sentence was great, lol 🙂
Wonderful conclusion to a good tale!
Whoa! That put her in her place. The moral is never, ever ‘walk on the beach’ with a chef! Nicely, subtly told – love the hints at what’s passed between them, suggested but not screamed at us. Lovely tale
Thanks! It’s so difficult to get it right. Sometimes, when I think I’m being subtle, I just get loads of comments saying, “I have no idea what’s happening…”
Haha! I’ve had comments like that too – you’re not alone. Nice to walk that line, though, leave your readers something to work out for themselves instead of giving them all the answers. A good write 🙂
Ouch! Poor Claire! I think I would have thrown the risotto at him!
I love that perspective… though I must say that most risotto I have been served in restaurants have been too salty.
I imagine salt levels are something that is difficult to get right as everyone has an individual level of sensitivity to it.
Not a nice person, evil last line. I do think he’s in danger of the risotto being thrown at him though.
He sounds like the typical husband, now her boss!
I could see Gordon Ramsay doing this for some strange reason (“You donkey! You know how embarrassing it is for the risotto to be cooked this way???”). Well, it looks like this character is going to get his dessert right quick.
You spoke to the “foodie” in me, Zeeb. Five out of five spatulas. 😉
hail to the chief… er, chef. he could either be right or wrong. the customers are the final judge. 🙂
I have an inkling that he’ll have salt in that risotto. And more salt. Definitely enough salt. And no more Claire.
Great story, with subtle flavors of sex and food. And I agree, she should throw the risotto at him, then walk out of his life.
He can spend the rest of his life re-creating that risotto before their beach tryst, and have no more trysts, ever!
Oh snap! Someone just got an attitude adjustment. Nice take on the prompt.
What a bastard! I’d have poured the risotto over his head.
He needs to get over himself…
He definitely needed to use a different example! She needs to write him off permanently!
I’ve never had risotto, now I feel I must!