Pictures Worth 1000 Words

It opened with steam: thick, sweet, and suspicious. A whisk moved slow through the watermelon BBQ sauce, like it knew the stakes and didn’t trust the heat. The pot bubbled with secrets, pink and smoky, the kind of flavor that smiled while it lied. In the background, “Watermelon Sugar” played soft and sultry, too cheerful for what was cooking. It was a mood. A flick that smelled like summer but tasted like trouble. And the whisk? It stirred more than sauce. It stirred memories.