The Diva Spices It Up by Krista Davis

Author:Krista Davis [Davis, Krista]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Kensington Books
Published: 2020-02-20T00:00:00+00:00

Dear Aggravated Wife,

Meats and highly perishable items go in the main section close to the rear and the walls, where it’s coldest. Greens and veggies are best off in the middle, where they won’t get too cold.

Sophie

Of course, I could visit Fred. His girlfriend was dying. There was nothing more appropriate than swinging by with food. The soup smelled heavenly, but I didn’t want to carry soup over to his house. I looked through Tilly’s recipes until I found the recipe for apple fritters. I had apples in the fridge and the recipe sounded delicious. The rest of the ingredients were basically pantry items. It was one of the recipes that had the strange code on it.

But first I phoned Natasha. To be honest, I was feeling very guilty for being so nosy. I reasoned that Fred’s girlfriend had been beaten and he was probably eager to find her assailant—unless of course, he had attacked her. Another excellent reason to involve Natasha. There was certainly safety in numbers. In addition, Natasha had every reason in the world to want to meet Fred and learn more about the woman who was so closely related to her.

When I told Natasha that I planned to pay Fred a visit, she immediately said she would like to come. We agreed to go around two in the afternoon.

I peeled and sliced the apples, thinking that the fritters probably needed a little something more. But I would reserve judgment until I tasted them. I dredged the apples through the batter. I made a note on the recipe: Add cinnamon. The oil was heating nicely. I checked the temperature with a thermometer. It was time to add the apples. They sank initially, but immediately rose to the surface. I turned them over as they became golden, then scooped them out and set them on a paper towel to absorb the oil.

As soon as one was cool enough to eat, I tasted it. Why hadn’t I tried making apple fritters before? They were delicious. But I thought they needed just a little something to dress them up. I placed them in an aluminum container that Fred wouldn’t have to return.

Then I pulled out a small pot and melted butter with dark brown sugar. When the sugar had melted, I turned down the heat and poured in some heavy cream and bourbon. I dipped a spoon into it. The sauce hit enticing autumn notes.

Quickly, before I forgot, I wrote down the ingredients and the amounts. We could add that to Tilly’s apple fritter recipe if she liked the sauce.

I poured some of the sauce into a disposable bowl with a lid and placed it in a bag with the apple fritters. I stashed the leftover fritters and sauce in the fridge.

Natasha arrived right on time carrying a big bag of her own. She had dressed head to toe in black. I was relieved she hadn’t worn a hat with a veil.

I grabbed my smaller bag. “What are you bringing him?”

“My Coca-Cola cake.

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