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Ooh, it was that what felt so soft and tender to the touch, and salty and very mildly sweet to the taste. Mama had made me fish and chips, which had always been my favorite. I poured two large and gorgeous dollops of ketchup into the white marble plate and helped myself to the fish and chips tray. I made a good pile of fish chops on the side of ketchup and decorated the sides with yellow French fries. The yellow and golden meal complimented the red and white background. Nothing on Earth could be more appealing to me than what I had right in front of me!
I extended my arm to pick up the fork that was beside the jug, pushed it into the first chop, and pulled it to my mouth. The next second, I had it between my teeth. My mouth was full of fiber. I squeezed it between my teeth and felt the juice watering the inside of my mouth. “Aah!” I screamed. Something just pricked the inside of my left cheek. “And what’s that?” I heard my mind voice what it felt. The next moment, it had dissolved. It was a piece of crunch that had softly pricked me in the cheek, though I loved it for it told me, “The crunch had just been out of the oven”.
I had shut my eyes close to imagining the science of flavor. Salty (fish), sweet and sour (ketchup), and nutty (sesame seed oil) flavors had a great fight! One tried to dominate the second, the second overpowered the third, and the third outshined the first. It was a ring, that was twisting and rolling, and rubbing until it was shattered into tiny fragments, and with a gulp was gone. It was one minute past nine when I had picked up the first fish chop, and within 6 minutes, I was holding the last one.
I spared the fork, held the chop between my both hands, and twisted it apart. The golden crunchy crust cracked and white juicy fresh and tender fish meat showed up.
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