Despite my flying thoughts, I couldn’t help smiling as my fingers sealed a crumble of fresh cheese and sweet olive oil and Genovese onions into a pastry crust. The cramped little kitchens were humming like a beehive, the apprentices were working like hired mules, and I imagined I could hear the murmur of guests upstairs: the whisper of expensive silks, the peal of laughter from a happy bride. The clink of fine glasses, the crunch as salted nuts and honeyed dates and morsels of Ligurian cheese disappeared into the mouths of cardinals and wedding guests and bridegroom alike. The oohs and aahs that went up as the roast peacock, my roast peacock, came swaying in at last on the backs of two serving men, proud and feathered and sweet-cooked and not at all looking like it had been whipped together in a quarter of the time it needed (at least if you didn’t look too close).
Kate Quinn, The Serpent and the Pearl (Chapter One – Carmelina)
Welcome to installment three of my short snippets of fiction here on Island Vittles! This one takes us in a bit of a different direction today, but rest assured it will all come together…I just haven’t quite figured out how yet.
This one introduces us to René. You’ll discover he’s not in the same time or place as Faith at this point…any ideas when or where he is?
I hope you enjoy it, as well as the Gumbo & Andouille recipes. Constructive feedback is always welcome. Please feel free to leave a comment below.
You were all so kind and had such nice things to say the last time that I’m back to post another installment in my tale about a chef, her life and her food. This little story actually takes place before Stinging Nettle Saag Paneer Pizza, and gives you an insight into what Faith is like in her element: a small, steamy restaurant kitchen.
I’d love to hear what you think! Leave a comment if you like…
Please note this story contains coarse language…as does every story to ever come out of a professional kitchen. ;)
It’s the start of something new here on IV! This is the first of a number (I hope) of short stories/vignettes that I have been writing about a chef, her life and her food. I’m not sure where these are going, but I’ve been driven to try my hand at fiction for several months now, and this is my first effort. I hope you like it, and I hope you take the chance to try making this delicious fusion pizza.
Leave a comment if you like!
One more casserole and she was going to hurl. Nanna had been gone for three weeks, but Faith had barely made a dent in the cache of tuna noodle, turkey tetrazzini and veggie lasagna, stocked, by well-meaning islanders, in the ancient deep freeze out on the back porch. Continue reading