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“Earlier this afternoon when Kate was unpacking the food delivery, she'd suffered a mild meltdown when she realized she'd ordered raspberries, not cherries, there wasn't enough asparagus, and she hadn't allowed enough time to factor in more shopping. But then Cecily's advice, from "Dinner in a Bed-Sitting Room" had popped into her mind: What can't be disguised must be utilized. Don't apologize--- improvise. Kate had turned the raspberries into a sharp, fruity purée for Bellinis, kept the chocolate mousse simple, and ended up asking Martin to find more greens--- if not asparagus, then frozen peas or broad beans. The pasta had turned out even better, the peas adding sweet little bursts of freshness to cut through the rich, creamy, smoky sauce.”

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Book:Miss Cecily's Recipes for Exceptional Ladies
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