“Taste” By: Sharon Kurtzman
Margie and I huddled at my kitchen table. “Taste this,” she said. Blindfolded with a cherry-patterned dish towel, I opened my mouth and something lumpy landed o...
Margie and I huddled at my kitchen table. “Taste this,” she said. Blindfolded with a cherry-patterned dish towel, I opened my mouth and something lumpy landed o...