Love Potion #9 by Tinnean

Author:Tinnean [Tinnean]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: JMS Books LLC
Published: 2019-06-26T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 3

Mom would have let me continue living with her, but I was too old to sleep on the loveseat in my mother’s living room, so I’d found a one bedroom apartment I could afford. The bedroom might be compact, but the kitchen was huge, and I often played—it broke my heart to label it as experimenting—with new recipes there.

I looked at the calendar on the kitchen wall, and I frowned. Nine years had passed. I hated this day worse than any other throughout the year, even more than the day Dr. Griffin had more or less told me to suck up the loss of my intellect, and it seemed to roll around faster every year. I sighed and dressed for work. Hopefully, I’d get so wrapped up in cooking, I’d forget about it, and it would be a good evening.

* * * *

“Hey, Chef, guess who’s in the dining room,” Chuck asked as he punched an order into the computer. Uncle Angelo’s was a small place, and everyone pitched in wherever they were needed. Just then, Chuck was needed at the front end of the house, since Jill, our usual server, was out on maternity leave.

“Emeril Lagasse?” I’d long since stopped trying to get my kitchen crew to stop calling me chef.

“No.”

“Wolfgang Puck?”

“No!”

I grinned at the batch of dough I was preparing, then glanced up through my eyelashes. “All right, then, who?”

“Mr. Beaumont.” My crew were all young enough to have had Artemas as their chemistry teacher and always referred to him as Mr. Beaumont.

I felt a grin light up my face. Artemas and I had been friends since he’d driven up to Cambridge eight years before, and he usually ordered his favorite, a four cheese pizza I’d made especially for him, with mozzarella, fontina, romano, and parmesan, although every once in a while I’d convince him to sample a new pizza recipe I’d decided to try out, and I’d wait, holding my breath, until he gave it a thumbs up.

I continued working on the dough.

“He said to surprise him tonight and make him something special.”

That was unusual, but why he’d changed things up wasn’t important. I’d give him the absolute best I could come up with.

For some reason my mind seemed to whisper add parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme. I considered the herbs for a minute before I shook my head. Back when I still had my IQ and was able to come up with workable formulas, I’d used a distillation of those herbs in what I called another love potion. Of course they’d done nothing but make it taste good. “Okay, that’s gonna take some time. Lou, come up with something he’ll enjoy until dinner is ready.”

“Will do, Chef. How about that amuse bouche I was experimenting with?”

“Sure.”

“I’m on it, then.” Lou went out to the bar and returned with slices of a mini watermelon the bartender kept in the bar fridge for various frou frou drinks and began to cut them into one by two inch lengths

“Yes, that’ll be fine.

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