The quail gained a crispy golden-looking colour, under all the spices used to marinate it. It was hardly visible, but Emery could still see the sparkle from where he stood.
Its smell could only be described as something heavenly. He was definitely on the right track, perhaps a little better since he was enhanced by his energy.
He cut a piece of some of the quail meat and tossed it in his mouth. Cooked to perfection. It was so good that he swallowed, perhaps a bit too quickly.
'I want more…'
The chef slapped that thought away quickly. It could get very dangerous if he just kept picking out the food like that. He could taste the food later as long as he finished it in time.
He looked back to the tiny bowls and containers full of spices. The ones he had gotten from the pantry were about to finish. It was as intended. This would be the last part of the dish that needed spice.
