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“Antonio was fascinated by Isabel's razor-sharp knives from Japan. He made 'kia' sounds like a karate expert as he sliced the tomatoes and added them to the pan. there were some unexpected ingredients, things Tess would never dream of putting in tomato sauce- whole star anise, a vanilla bean split down the middle, a sprinkling of sugar, a sprig of thyme and bay leaves from the herb garden.”

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The Apple Orchard

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Susan Wiggs
Susan Wiggs

Susan Wiggs is an American author born on May 17, 1958. Her works primarily focus on family, love, and community life, and she is beloved by readers for her warm emotional descriptions and profound character portrayals. more

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“Life could be very distracting, thought Isabel. And that was a good thing. It kept her from focusing on things that couldn't be changed, such as the fact that she'd never finished culinary school, or that she'd allowed one failed relationship to keep her closed up tight inside a hard, protective shell. Now she had a new project that consumed her every waking moment- the cooking school. It was true that she didn't have the official certification from a prestigious institute, but she had something that couldn't be taught- a God-given talent in the kitchen. She clung to that gift, grateful to let the passion consume her and fill her days with a joyous pursuit. She believed living and feeling well came from eating well, appreciating the simple things in life and spending time in the company of family and friends, and that was the mission of the Bella Vista Cooking School.”

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“Acercaron sus labios de nuevo. Sofía estiró sus brazos hacia el cuello por detrás de Daniel. Fue un beso lento, húmedo, saboreando el labio inferior uno y el labio superior el otro, intercalando luego. La música continuaba. La lengua de él entró suavemente en la boca de ella, exploró el íntegro de sus rincones, degustó, probó, cató, gozó, se recreó. Al rato salió y dulcemente le dio besos en el rostro hasta llegar a la frente, bajo dándole besos en la nariz y nuevamente penetró en su boca. Ella pegó su cuerpo más y provocó a la lengua de él nuevamente.”

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