Gemotions

Agnes practically vibrated with a barely contained fury. She stared at the television, her face reddening with each saccharine word uttered by the celebrity chef. "Chef Antoine's signature dish, the 'Parisian Dream' – a delicate balance of flavors, a truly revolutionary creation!" He gestured grandly, a smile plastered across his teeth. Agnes clenched her fists. The "Parisian Dream" was, beyond a shadow of a doubt, her grandmother’s 'Grandma’s Garden Delight' – the very same recipe she’d submitted to the local newspaper’s cooking contest *years* ago, and which had been rejected as "too simple."

The wooden spoon, which had been resting in her hand, suddenly snapped.