Gemotions

He’d made the “Smoked Salmon Dip” for every party. It was *his*. Then, at his cousin’s housewarming, there it was, presented as "Coastal Catch" from a pricey deli. A strange lightness seemed to fill his limbs.

He took a deep breath, and then headed for the garage. He pulled out his smoker, a device that had been neglected for far too long. He needed the smell of woodsmoke, the thrill of the process.

He would create something that would make them choke on their caviar. He would make the best dip the world had ever tasted. He smiled, a genuine, joyful smile.