Peter was right. Laura's mac was the most delicious I have ever tasted. Good thing I hadn't taken the tempting bet. I had thought I had eaten enough tasty foods to know, but this Mac was the best of them all.
Damn! What the hell has she used to prepare it? I thought, as I scooped the last serving on my plate, my heart and belly already desiring for more.
With the tail of my left eye, I checked to see how the people around the table were faring, and found out that they were still eating gently, in little amounts.
Interesting. Am I the only one with over sensitive taste buds?
Well, they must be used to eating such a rich dish. I have to admit that Laura beat my mother hands down in mac preparation. I love my mother's food of course, but this one in particular, I have to admit, was more delicious than hers.
I thought of asking for more, but shyness wouldn't let me. Fortunately, Diana must have seen the want and greed painted on my face.
