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“When I got home, a spicy scent lured me into the kitchen. My stomach grumbled and I might’ve started drooling the moment I spotted the cheesy enchiladas cooling on the counter. They were drenched in homemade queso. My favorite. Dropping my bag on the floor, I skipped over to where Rosa was placing the plates on the table. I wrapped my arms around her from behind and squeezed. Rosa laughed as she turned. “It’s the queso, isn’t it?” Nodding, I dropped my arms and stepped back.” — Jennifer L. Armentrout
When I got home, a spicy scent lured me into the kitchen. My stomach grumbled and I might’ve started drooling the moment I spotted the cheesy enchiladas cooling on the counter.
They were drenched in homemade queso.
My favorite.
Dropping my bag on the floor, I skipped over to where Rosa was placing the plates on the table. I wrapped my arms around her from behind and squeezed.
Rosa laughed as she turned. “It’s the queso, isn’t it?”
Nodding, I dropped my arms and stepped back.