The aroma of the meals that I had prepared filled the kitchen and Tristan, alongside his mother just happened to walk right in. They sniffed the delicious scent with dreamy eyes, and a wide grin displayed on their lips.
“How come you never told me that she was a good cook? I can’t wait to have a taste,” she remarked as she strutted towards the kitchen island where the tray of food was placed.
Tristan rubbed his hands together and licked his lips with salivation, “So, what’s in for dinner?” I had taken out my time to make lamb chops that have been slowly cooked with carrots and potatoes which were flavored with rosemary. There was also a special meal for Tristan, which was short ribs braised in a red wine sauce and served with creamy potatoes and roasted vegetables.
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