They Tried To Throw Me Out Of My Own Restaurant Until The Chef Stepped In

you set aside without reading the first page.”

She looked at the journal. Then at me. Then at the table. She did not reach for it.

“Mom was a cook, Dad,” I said. “She taught me my first recipe. She is the reason this restaurant is called Lark and Laurel: lark for the bird she loved, laurel for the bay leaf she put in everything. She is in every dish continue reading …