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Just Dessert.

I always make crumble when I’m thinking of Trent. The thing is, I only realise halfway through. After I’ve melted, sifted, stirred. Made from memory. Suddenly I’m back in my shitty old kitchen, digesting pork and sitting on my bench with his hands in my back pockets. Tasting salt and gravy. Crumbles in the oven, turning golden. ‘I could really do this,’ he says.

I only realise when I’m halfway through. But I go on anyway. And then I’m looking at two empty ramekins and thinking I finished too fast.

Original passage. Author: KattyZee.