For what?
The two chefs tasted, chewed, swallowed, and then tasted each others’ dishes.
“He didn’t follow your recipe,” Manuel pointed at the smoked eggplant and shrimp ravioli.
“No, he didn’t,” Angelo closed his eyes for a moment. “Walnut, no. Chestnut.” He opened one eye to glare at Sam. “How much?”
“A single light grating over the eggplant before I smoked it.” He knew it was taking liberties, but it had seemed right. Now he was less sure.
“Seems odd to me,” Manuel replied.
Angelo harrumphed in agreement.
Sam was starting to get really worried, he knew chefs who’d been fired for tinkering with the Head Chef’s recipes. Then he spotted Luisa’s expression. She winked at him. After all of the a***e she’d unloaded on him during the meal, she winked at him.
Greatly encouraged, he winke
