If flavours could get up off the table and do an energetic jig, the food Lee made would have done that every night.
The flavours were boring, dull and predictable, and that's exactly what Cedrick loved about them.
The flavours had a brightness, as if in each bite were tiny brilliant hot air balloons, ready to escape into a blue sky.
Some flavours felt to Katia as her favoured childhood blanket once did, reassuring in their daily presence.
The flavours are familiar and comforting, the sort one could eat every day as if they were the most divine food ever conjured.
The flavours are of humble memories, of fresh sun-ripened food, prepared by loving hand and received by an open heart.
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