Dinner Bell

There's something wonderful about being lost in one's work - the casamiento bubbles away on the stove, thickening nicely alongside the dosa, whose edges are just beginning to curl.  Marisol's mind is quiet, awaiting the snap and pop of the chicken joint under her fingers.

The knife cuts cleanly through the joint, separating the thigh from the leg, just in time to flip the dosa.  Service is still some ways off, but now is the time for family dinner - the kitchen's staff sharing a meal before getting down to business.

( spoilers: she burned the dosa )