Tiny Story: Fina Kutcher

Tiny Story: Fina Kutcher

A time I felt truly satisfied.

Exhausted and ravenous, I breathe a sigh of relief as I finally step through the front door and into our home. Throwing myself onto the couch, I sank into the plush cushions, sentenced to a few sleepy hours of sulking. A faint, sweet aroma drifted its way over from the kitchen, where a small collection of ramekins lined the counter. I walked over, picked one up, grabbed a spoon, and took a bite. It was heavenly. The pudding-like substance seemed to immediately cure my anguish. From that day on, I never looked back on calling Panna Cotta my favorite dessert.

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