“Lou's arteries congealed as she recalled the pounds of butter that went into the meal and the two pies cooling in the kitchen. But you couldn't skimp on butter on a holiday, and any substitute would feel wrong to a… — 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… — Amy E. Reichert Copy Share Image
“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… — Amy E. Reichert Copy Share Image
“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
