Yellow sauce coated a plate, creating a faded half-circle around two Scotch Eggs. Ambryan sprinkled a bit of parsley on top which added a pop of color against the golden brown crisp coating of the dish's main star.
He handed it over to Eve. "Bon appétit."
Eve scraped the eggs with her fork. There was no mistaking the scratchy noise of the crusty breading. It was music to her ears. Using a knife, she pierced right on top of one. The coating broke like freshly fried chicken skin. She cut right through the egg until two halves fell on their backs.
Soft yolk oozed out of the hard-boiled egg inside. The smell from herbs and spices floated out of the sausage meat. It coated the egg evenly, allowing equal distribution of the protein.
Saliva watered in her mouth.
Have a good day!
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