by Mr. W
She twisted her hands as the judges looked at her entry, which lay quietly on the white, ceramic plate. “Please explain,” a judge said.
“The breading contains egg white and ground corn flakes,” she said. “It surrounds a layer of beaten sausage.”
A judge held up a hand to pause her, then prodded the steaming, fried ball to check its consistency. He made a note in his leather-clad notebook. “Continue,” he said.
“Under the sausage is a ball of pancake batter with chunks of crispy bacon,” she said. “I drizzle some maple syrup into the batter.” She stopped. “The inside,” she said, “the heart of this dish,” and she fell silent again. A judge tapped his pen on the table.
She drew a shaky breath. “A single baby tooth from a foster child.”
The judges nodded in approval. She would continue to the next phase of competition.