Prime Cut
Chapter One
Like a fudge souffle, life can collapse. You think you have it all together-fine melted chocolate, clouds of egg white, hints of sugar and vanilla-and then bam. There's a reason things fall apart, my husband would say. But of course Tom would say that. He's a cop.
On the home front, things were not good. My kitchen was trashed, my catering business faced nasty competition, and my fourteen-year-old son Arch desperately missed our former boarder, twenty-year-old Julian Teller. For his part, Tom was embroiled in a feud with a new assistant district attorney who would plea-bargain Hermann Göring down to disturbing the peace. These days, I felt increasingly frantic-for work, for cooking space, for perspective.
Given such a litany of problems, life had brightened somewhat when my old cooking teacher, Chef André Hibbard, had offered me a one-day gig helping to cater a fashion shoot. My clients-the ones I still had-would have scoffed. Catering to models? You must be desperate.
Maybe I was. Desperate, that is. And maybe my clien ... read full excerpt from: Prime Cut ebook
