A Dip for the Skewer

Hey, wait a second—my fingers actually wiggled. I chuckled as I gave my wrist a quick twist, and sure enough, the spiral potato skewer in my hand twirled right along with it! Right behind me on the stone wall was a tiny clear cup filled with orange sauce. Leaning over, I gently lowered the crunchy tip of the potato skewer straight toward the center of the cup. Just a soft little tap against the orange dip, and a pleasant, savory smell drifted right up. Now that's what I call a solid start to the evening.