“Garlic flavors your cum,” she answered, when I asked
later why she was saut’ing the entire three heads, now
finely minced, in olive oil. Then she added stock,
chicken I think, and brewed the concoction for a while,
filling the house with the smell of garlic and warmth.
I sat on the Windsor chair in the dining room looking
into the kitchen to watch her watch the pot softly
bubble.

She added cream, and then pulled from under the stove
her Braun hand blender. She plugged it into the outlet
on the stovetop and lowered the blade into the pot.…