" His control started to waver in round two with her witch's cauldron, a Black Forest gâteau that spilled out sinuous curls of smoke, teasing the taste buds with an elusive hint of... toffee? No, bourbon. Honey?
"Caramel brandy." Dominic severed the speculation of the other judges. He was correct. She had infused the dry ice mechanism with caramel brandy. Bending in a very limber motion for a man with those shoulders, he examined the exterior of the cauldron, breaking off a tiny piece with a satisfying snap. She'd meticulously assembled the structure from white chocolate that she'd hand-painted to mimic rusted iron, using a customized pigment of a powdered food coloring mixed with--
"The chocolate has a bitter aftertaste." Again, he cut short her explanation, rising to his feet. "Did you taste-test the pigment first? "
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snap. She'd meticulously assembled the structure from white chocolate that she'd hand-painted to mimic rusted iron, using a customized pigment of a powdered food coloring mixed with--"The chocolate has a bitter aftertaste." Again, he cut short her explanation, rising to his feet. "Did you taste-test the pigment first?" style="width:100%;margin:20px 0;"/>