
One. Two. Three. Four. I counted out the meatballs, placing them around the ramen. "That's too symmetrical." Mr Picky said. I sized up my creation. "Good, good. I like symmetry. It'll work. Just wait." I swirled on a ladle of soup. The bowl looked fuller. One. Two. Three. Slices of fried tofu. My stomach rumbled. Ava bounced in her high chair, signing for food. A sprinkle of green onions. Chili sauce. Art. "Is that hot?" he asked. "As hot as you can handle!" I … [Read more...]


























