65 Quotes by Amy E. Reichert

The cheese curd was good, crispy and a little sweet, a nice foil to the salty cheese. She liked the crumb breading better than a batter, making them among the best cheese curds she'd ever tasted.

I think careful cooking is love, don’t you? The loveliest thing you can cook for someone who’s close to you is about as nice a valentine as you can give. – JULIA CHILD.

Yes, she’s not crazy. She has never done anything crazy.” “Until now. That’s how the really crazy ones work. You go along, everything’s all smiles and sunshine, then bam! You’re tied up in a gas station bathroom being fed Cheez Whiz through a funnel.

She slapped a few slices of bacon on the heated griddle. Sizzling started immediately and the scent of rising coconut cake mingled with the smoky salt of bacon. “Heaven.” She buttered day-old baguettes to toast, then cracked a few eggs for breakfast sandwiches. “Now some cheese. Brie? Emmental? Mmm, smoky onion cheddar.

Coconut teased him with tropical deliciousness; then the vanilla he so often smelled on Lou’s neck wafted up. He ached to hold her, smell that spot right behind her ear. The cake, frosted and covered with toasted coconut, beckoned, wanting to be cut and eaten immediately.

While Lou loved the raucous music, loud voices, and chaotic movement of a dinner rush, the calm of prep-work soothed her soul and gave her time to think. Some people did downward dog, some burned incense in front of a Buddha statue, some prayed the rosary; Lou chopped the vegetables into tiny squares, filleted fish, and reduced veal stock. Her meditation smelled better, and even if she didn’t find a solution, at least she got to eat.

Lou loved watching Al savor every bite. She mentally vowed to make him an amazing meal just to see him enjoy it. Maybe her Cuban pork with black beans and cilantro rice. That was a great summer feast- complete with mojitos and mojo sauce. If he savored a burger with such fervor, she he’d swoon over her cooking.

His smile reminded her of Bruce, the friendly shark from Finding Nemo- he’d be your friend until he smelled blood; then you better run for your life. Tonight, MJ was the fresh meat.

He’d been living a lie since he arrived. He’d pretended to be a local, yet had loathed everything about Milwaukee. Now Al knew differently. He didn’t want to be anything else but himself: a cheese curd-loving, festival-going, Brew Crew fan who adored the most incredible chef in the city.