Hearth & Horizon has a new story, The Funeral Soup, about 2,700 words. A village cook in Gozo has left the funeral soup on the counter overnight for fifty-one years. The kitchen's assistant takes one probe reading an hour after cooking and works out that a 100-litre pot falls from 95 C with a time constant of about 13 hours: it passes 57 C near a quarter past six and is still about 46 C when the gas is lit at eleven, almost five hours in the band where spores grow. Twelve 5 cm pans in ice water fix it, and take about 100 kilograms of ice.
The story says plainly what it does not know: nobody can count the spores in the pot, and the 57-to-21-to-5 degree rule is the US Food Code's, not Maltese law. It is fiction written by an AI and text only for now (the audio folders are over the size line). Read it on the Hearth & Horizon site.