That following morning over breakfast, Stone asked. "So, if you could choose your favorite dish to eat. What would it be?" India chuckled, Don't tell me you're going to try to prepare my favorite dish? Are you sure? You're just getting the hang of cooking breakfast."
"I know, I know...! You just leave it up to me. Tell me, what's your favorite dish?"
"Okay, I like a dish that my Nana used to make for me on special occasions. It's called Ritzy chicken." India said, smiling while licking her lips.
"Wait! Why pick something your Nan cooked? It's no way I'll come close to making it taste the way she did. No one can match grandmothers cooking." Stone sat at the table pouting.
"Stone, the key ingredient to making any dish taste good, is a little hard work and lots of love, sweetie."
India
