Chapter 12The small dining area was just outside the kitchen, the table set with deep bowls. A wicker basket with napkins that covered biscuits was placed in the middle of the table. The apple pie waited on the hutch with the pie cutter ready to be sliced. The microwave over the stove held caramel sauce in a Pyrex pitcher ready to heat with the touch of a finger. The crème fraiche sat in the fridge. A covered white tureen barely suppressed the savory aroma of the stew waiting to be served as it sat beside a large ladle. A bowl of rice was set off at an angle to the stew, still steaming. Napkins with matching place mats sat side by side in intimate proximity.
A good Bordeaux was uncorked on the hutch breathing, waiting for the touch of lip, tongue, and palate. The hurricane lamps provided
