Sunday, 9 January 2011

Dictionary Stories 2010-01-09

Zabagkione

The desert was ready. Now all Mavis had to worry about was the pronunciation. She hoped Mr Losi would like it. She placed the zabagkione on the side and turned her attention to the cooker. The bolognese sauce was almost ready. Starting as she meant to go on, should she get the job, she scooped up some of the sauce. Then she carefully poured it on to a tea spoon. As she tasted it she frowned.

The sauce didn't taste bad, in fact it was fine, but it did surprise her. It surprised her that this sauce, which she had spend all afternoon working on, didn't taste that different from what you'd get out of a jar. She wondered if that meant she wasn't cut out to be a cook or that Dolmio was just that good.

This musing didn't last long. There was a knock at the door. Dumping her apron on the side in the kitchen she headed for the door.

She saw Mr Losi and his wife through the frosted glass. The moment of truth would soon arrive. Would she be working in Losi's Italian Restaurant tomorrow?

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