“Devlin gave her a kiss, took her hand, and walked right over her plans. Lou struggled to breathe under the weight of his version of their future.” — Amy E. Reichert Copy Share Image
“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… — Amy E. Reichert Copy Share
“Lou popped up often in his daydreams: her warm eyes, creamy skin, even her scars. Where were those from? Not many women could pull… — Amy E. Reichert Copy Share Image
“I love you for the million kindnesses in your heart, your infectious enthusiasm, your search for the perfect deep-fried cheese curds. I love that you take apart a recipe, look at the parts, then put it back together better than before. I love that my first memory of you is the smell of vanilla, coconut, and bacon. I love that… — Amy E. Reichert Copy Share
“She planned to make a roast beef, a pile of mashed potatoes, corn- then mounted it into a bowl and drown it in gravy.… — Amy E. Reichert Copy Share Image
“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… — Amy E. Reichert Copy Share Image
“Homemade fudge sauce. Her favorite. She stuck her finger in it and sucked the chocolate off. "There's ice cream in the freezer. YOLO-gurt, right?” — Amy E. Reichert Copy Share Image
“Do not hide who you are. These are a nurturer's hands. Cooking is hard and sometimes painful work, but you do it to share… — Amy E. Reichert Copy Share Image
“Devlin gave her a kiss, took her hand, and walked right over her plans. Lou struggled to breathe under the weight of his version… — Amy E. Reichert Copy Share Image
“Lou took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of just-cut flowers, fresh tamales from the food stands, and sunshine. She preferred the West Allis farmers' market to all others in the area, with its open sides, wide walkways, and rows of stalls. More recently, small tents serving hot sandwiches and fresh Mexican food had popped up outside the brick walls.… — Amy E. Reichert Copy Share
“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.… — Amy E. Reichert Copy Share Image
“Tonight she'd share her idea with Chris over a rare family meal. In preparation, she was making scrambled eggs, bacon, and toast, one of the few meals she could cook without setting off the fire alarms. She hated having to come up with meals day after day after day. Chris was the one who could cook- her talent was eating.… — Amy E. Reichert Copy Share
“Big, burly Harley with the heart of an angel, soul of a teddy bear, and Sue with her backbone of titanium, spiked with rusty… — Amy E. Reichert Copy Share Image
