“Mia, this venison stew is amazing!” I exclaimed as I drenched more biscuits with the stew and stuffed them into my mouth. I was part greedy and part stress eating but I didn’t care. Mia smiled at my enthusiasm as her husband ate his stew quietly but he was no less as enthusiastic as I am.
Mia’s house was beautifully decorated. It feels cosy and homey with wooden furniture and accent furniture and plants all over the house. But my favourite is that she decorated her house with many tapestries and her floors were lined with thick rugs. Dim lights lit the kitchen, providing a more homey feel.
Mia smiled at my enthusiasm and said, “This recipe is from my mother-in-law. It is the first recipe she taught me even before our marking ceremony.”
My eyes rounded at her words and commented, “You
