Chapter 5: The Culinary Catastrophe

Chapter 5: The Culinary Catastrophe

“Is this really food? It looks like a science experiment gone wrong!”

As I stared at the plate in front of me, I questioned my life choices. Surely being a noble meant gourmet meals, not this disaster!

“Aida, you should consider yourself lucky we even have this,” I said, trying to reason with my sister whose face scrunched up in distaste.

“But it smells like my old gym socks!” Aida protested, waving her hand in front of her nose as if to ward off an invisible troll.

Father, the ever-serious Count Bradley Somerset, frowned. “You both will be grateful for what you have. Many would kill for a meal like this!”

I looked at the slop before me again. “Really, Father? Is that the standard now? Because I’m pretty sure I’d rather not live in a world where this is considered a feast.”

With a sigh, I poked at the odd mixture, half expecting it to leap off the plate and declare a revolution.

“Okay, here goes nothing!” I plunged the spork into the mush, praying for a miracle as I lifted a suspiciously wiggly glob to my mouth.

<“Gulp!”>

“Well, that was an experience!” I choked out, my taste buds staging a rebellion.