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“Yes, well, we figured you wouldn't have anything in the house, so these are things at the very minimum we thought you would need." I scan the basket, which, among other things, contains a pot of wild boar paté, a jar of organic Manuka honey, a package each of wild Scottish smoked salmon and venison salami, a tube of geranium and neroli hand lotion, and a lamb's wool hot water bottle cover. "Yeah, it looks like you covered the basics...”

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Too Many Cooks

This novel delves into the lives of various chefs and kitchen staff, showcasing the intense competition and personal dynamics that define the culinary world. The story follows the characters' struggles and triumphs as they navigate the high-pressure environment of a professional kitchen. more

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