Marco’s eyebrows rose. “Chef, the prep schedule—”
The heartburn stayed. But for the first time in months, Rachael Cavalli smiled. heartburn pt. 1 rachael cavalli
She unfolded it. Inside was a single, perfect crostino : grilled bread, whipped lardo, and a shaving of white truffle. And underneath, a handwritten note in Luca’s sharp cursive: For old times’ sake. Taste it. You’ll feel it. Marco’s eyebrows rose
She scanned the numbers. Her signature black kale salad, the one that had put Vivace on the map, was bleeding money. “Substitute chard. Adjust the plating. No one will notice.” Marco’s eyebrows rose. “Chef