PROGRESS

The aroma of the food they had just made, sizzled all-over the kitchen.

For Angel, it was a peculiar aroma. One that made her pause, and sniff, as opposed to the usual nauseousness she felt inhaling food.

But for Nadia, she couldn't wait to get Angel to try the food.

She began to dish into two separate plates.

Done, she moved Angel's plate towards her.

"It's time to eat," she said.

Angel looked unsure, as she stared with a contorted face at the plate.

"What's this called?" She asked.

Nadia immediately delved into the history of the Russian special, and how that specific recipe was passed down in her family.

"Wow, that's a lot of history," Angel said when she was done.

"I know. That's why I need you to taste it first. Haven't made this meal in a while. Now remember, food is not the enemy. Think of it as an accomplice. If you get overwhelmed, you can stop at once, and drink some water, okay?"