Snowflakes, Iced Cakes and Second Chances: A feel good Christmas romance with all the trimmings by Sue Watson

Author:Sue Watson [Watson, Sue]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781786812988
Publisher: Bookouture
Published: 2017-10-12T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 9

A Japanese Sausage and God’s Gift to Cauliflower

The ornate iron seats where holidaymakers would sit and watch the sun set over the sea were covered in white. As I left the cafe I stood a while looking out on this beautiful but bleak snow-seascape and it was good to have the time and space to do this – my life was so busy away from here. Appledore was bringing me much more than I’d expected, and I’d just had a fun half-hour conversation with two lovely women, I’d eaten a fabulous ice cream and found someone to help Gianni in the restaurant. And if he could abandon his ridiculous non-menu, and accept the fact that people round here wanted good, unadulterated food, I knew in my heart we might just be able to make a success of his restaurant.

And as for me, Ella was right, I had to live for today, but recently I had begun to wonder where I fit in the world. If you’d asked me ten years ago, I’d have said I’ll be a wife and mother, with two cars in the drive, a mortgage, a restaurant, holiday home in Devon and a few quid in the bank. But now I had none of those things because life always seems to have different plans for us, regardless of what we want – or think we do. I had to concentrate on the positive though, no anxiety, no loneliness, and today no Gianni. If I avoided him, I avoided stress. I’d sent him some emails, made a plan of action and until he responded, I’d done all I could do. So now I would go back to the lovely cottage and enjoy a delicious supper alone by the fire.

This past year I’d worked such long hours I’d existed on ready meals at midnight most of the time. Here I felt a sense of liberation, like I was clearing my head and starting afresh and I walked carefully up the little streets with my bags, looking forward to a quiet evening alone with my food and my books. This was such a change for me, I usually spent my evenings at events, and if I was home I would be poring over plans and accounts, making last-minute calls and sending emails. This job was an opportunity to take stock and take some time for myself for once.

Arriving at the cottage, I opened the door to be greeted by the comforting smell of casserole, and before even taking off my coat I rushed into the kitchen and lifted the lid. The warm, aromatic whack was like a drug, instantly soothing me as I stirred the rich gravy. I added roughly torn handfuls of thyme and parsley, and as I stirred through the savoury steam, my mouth watered. I may not have had Gianni’s flair in the kitchen but I enjoyed hearty, homely food and having the time to cook it. Gianni and I used to eat like this back

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