Delicious. Susan Mallery

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      CAL SAT in The Waterfront’s main dining room and waited. Right on time, the door to the kitchen swung open and Penny walked out. She wore checked pants, clogs and a three-quarter-sleeve white coat. A blue scarf held her braided hair off her face.

      But instead of a tray carrying various dishes, she held only one plate.

      He frowned at the fish and chips she put in front of him. “This isn’t the only item I questioned,” he said. “I want to taste the others, too.”

      “Try this first,” she said, making no effort to conceal her certainty. “Taste it and weep. I’m going to step back a little so you’ll have room to come crawling to me.”

      Yeah, right. She’d served fish and chips. How good could it be?

      He was willing to admit she had the presentation nailed. The cream-colored oval plate contained three pieces of fish, waffle-cut fries and brightly colored coleslaw in a cabbage leaf.

      “Got any malt vinegar?” he asked.

      “Not a chance.”

      “The diners may want it.”

      “Not after they taste the fish. I’ll allow them to use it on the waffle fries, if they like.”

      “How generous. Will you be posting a sign explaining that?”

      She grinned. “I thought I’d just put it on the menu. You know, an asterisk by the menu item, then a little note at the bottom explaining the rules.”

      Her confidence grated on him. He cut off a piece of the fish and tasted it.

      Crunchy batter, but he’d expected that. Still, it was surprisingly crisp without being too hard. As he chewed, the flavors exploded on his tongue. The fish was nice and mild, yet fresh. There was also a hint of spice…No, wait. It was more sweet than spicy.

      He took a second bite to try and figure out what she’d put into the batter. Something Thai? No, but chilies of some kind. And what was that tang?

      He swore silently. This was better than good—it was addictive. He had to consciously hold back so he didn’t scarf down the entire plate of fish. Instead he deliberately turned to the fries.

      The waffle cut made them look more elegant than other fries and he could see they’d been seasoned. He bit into one. Crispy on the outside, but soft and potato-y on the inside. And damn if the spices here didn’t add something extraordinary.

      He moved on to the coleslaw and that blew him away. He should have known. Penny loved to experiment until she found exactly the right blend of seasonings. No doubt she’d been working on these recipes for months.

      He looked at her. She stood just off to the side, her arms folded, her expression patient.

      “You win,” he said with a sigh. “It’s great. I don’t know what you’re putting in the fish batter—”

      “I’m not telling,” she said with a self-satisfied smile. “Chef’s secret.”

      “Figures. Put this on the menu, along with everything else I questioned.”

      Her smile turned smug. “I already did. Naomi called the order in to the printer this morning.”

      CHAPTER FOUR

      “WILL SOMEONE GET the goddamn salmon off the back burner,” Burt growled, his low voice thick with fury.

      “It’s not my salmon, you sonofabitch,” Juan told him, then plunged his knife into a leek and neatly sliced it in two.

      Penny ignored the usual high level of profanity, the male posturing and the jostling as her new kitchen staff learned to work together. Over time they would perfect a delicate dance that provided meals at rapid speed, while maintaining taste and quality, but for the first few nights there would be plenty of mishaps.

      Nothing huge, Penny thought, willing the fates to smile on her. A cocktail party for five hundred was just the СКАЧАТЬ