Chapter 7
Elijah
Roasted chicken with asiago polenta and truffled mushrooms. That was what I wanted to make for dinner, because ever since her mother died, Charlotte lived off cereal, simple fruit, and instant microwavable meals.
When was the last time she had a decent meal? A homemade meal that tasted like food and not cardboard? Apart from the life that I lived outside this apartment, cooking was my passion. To me, there was so much more to food than just filling your belly. It was about experiencing the bursting of flavors on your tongue, tasting the quality ingredients and savoring every bite.
Part of me knew my love for food probably stemmed from a childhood of going to bed on an empty stomach daily.
I was busy chopping thyme when I glanced at the skinned chicken breasts. Charlot
