Today's OneWord: Sundried

After I had laid out the fillets of red snapper, Uncle Rob proceeded to douse the fish in a homemade, sundried tomato vinaigrette. The smell of herbs and black pepper filled the room, and I could almost taste the crispness of the spinach leaves as we chopped them and layered them onto our meal.

"Into the oven, then?" I asked my uncle with a smile.

"Beautifully baked fish," he replied. "Just like your mother enjoyed."

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