Abigail

97%
Flag icon
She removed their dry skins before wielding a chef’s knife, slicing the cloves until they splayed out like sycamore seeds. She could smell and feel the stick of allium on her fingertips. She dropped the sliced garlic into the pan, and the oil sizzled, a sweet-savoury scent perfuming the air.
Abigail
Tasty
Piglet
Rate this book
Clear rating
Open Preview