The Blue Apron

The Blue Apron Her little wrinkled face smiled at her. The old woman wore a blue apron tied around her waist. It was a Sunday at noon. The homemade tomato sauce needed just a pinch of pepper. Without the pepper, it would have tasted just fine, but the cook couldn’t resist. Out of her apron pocket came a small plastic bag. She opened it and sprinkled the pepper on the sauce. She waited and then tasted it. Here, she said offering her the wooden spoon, see if it’s right. The younger woman opened her mouth and closed her eyes. More than delicious, Tia. No one is as good a cook as you.

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One Response to “The Blue Apron”

  1. alex Renskoff Says:

    Very strong emotional writing- I can taste the sauce.

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