Spice of Life
Paul Beckman
Smell this, my husband said, holding out a wooden spoon with red sauce. I looked at him quizzically and he looked back at me the same way.

Smell, he said.

Stare, I did.

He moved the spoon closer to my nose. This is going to be my best sauce ever, he said.  Smell.

What could I do? I smelled.

Well? he waited.

I nodded and walked away.

Satisfied he left the sauce simmering on the stove and went into the living room to watch sports.

I added spices and stirred them in.

At dinner he was so proud of his sauce that he gave me a good poking later that night.

First published: August, 2014
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