Chapter One
Steffi elbows her hair out of her eyes before grabbing a frying pan, splashing olive oil liberally into it and scraping the finely chopped onion into the oil. Ignoring the sweat running into her eyes, she spins around, hurrying over to the counter opposite, where Jorge is slicing spring onions.
"More of the green," she says, peering over his shoulder then leaning forward to show him. "Take it all the way up to there." She runs back to the frying pan and shakes it hard, turning down ...
Published on June 07, 2010 17:31