I enjoy serving food to my friends because that’s my love language. There’s such joy watching them eat, whether a full-on fish feast, steaks flame-broiled, or tasty desserts. There’s always something saved in my fridge for unexpected guests, usually still fresh, so no risk of food poisoning!
Tonight my friends and I are having Italian. I begin unraveling my apron strings when I hear the doorbell ring. With one quick spray of perfume, a pinch of the cheeks for color, I head towards the shadow at the front door.
“Hi! Come help me slide the pie off the pizza stone.“
I Write Her 
I love stories about food and friends, they go together so well. 🙂
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Absolutely! Those are some of the best times! :) Thank you for stopping by and commenting!
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Skillfully done..
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Thank you! :)
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Ooh! Now I crave some of that home-made pizza. Nice take on the prompt words.
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Yeah! ;) Thanks so much, Raivenne!
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I love stories about food and friends, they go together so well. 🙂
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Yes, they do! :)
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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A lovely 100 word story. Its always fun with food and friends.
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Of course, good times! Glad you enjoyed it, Kritika! 🙂
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:) :D
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Great use of the words.
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Thank you, Sadje!!
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You’re welcome
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