Fiction - short story - Bon Appetit - Part V

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Here is Part V of a comic short story which I'm entering for a competition. Click on any of the green boxes at the top of the post and you'll get taken to the other parts. Bon Appetit By the time the six weeks were up, Quentin had been well and truly bitten by the cooking bug. So began a new phase in our lives. Quentin cooked almost every night. Mind you, we often didn't eat till nearly nine o'clock but he gradually improved in that area. He took so long choosing meat cuts and discussing various options with the butcher that I handed most of the shopping over to him too. I praised everything he cooked (well, nearly), cleaned up and washed up, kept my mouth shut even when he used every saucepan in the place and a fresh spoon for every tasting. I ironed his apron, and found the tin of asparagus tips when he was quite certain there were none in the cupboard. He was a bit heavy with the curry at times but generally we had some very nice meals. Then he decided he needed to cook with wine. Sometimes he even added it to the food. In addition to all my other duties, I now had to keep his wine-glass filled. Luckily it was mostly red he drank, I mean added, so my SSB was quite safe. Being a man, he had a bit of trouble multi-tasking but eventually we were able to eat our curry and rice as one course rather than two. He branched out into some very exotic dishes and our little spice rack of eight bottles quickly became somewhat inadequate. Although he did most of the shopping, any shortages were attributed to me. We began to have conversations that went 'what do you mean we have no rice wine vinegar? How can I be expected to cook masterpieces without rice wine vinegar? My dish is ruined!' Talk about histrionics! So I would do the long drive into town to pick up rice wine vinegar, extra virgin unadulterated organic olive oil and some organic vegan eggs. Yes, I kid you not. Vegan eggs!