further.
âHe was on tour in the States and conducted a class at our school,â Tiffany continued. âIt was mainly on sauces, but he also demonstrated a couple dishes from another of his areas of expertiseâ¦seafood. Heâs a genius at what he does,â she added, with more than a little admiration in her voice. âMy dream is to open a restaurant in LA, one with cuisine similar to Chef Riatoliâs specialtiesâbut with my own interpretation, of course.â
Nickâs interest in and appreciation for Tiffany grew. Here was a woman after his own heart, with dreams that complemented the future he visualized.
âWhat types of specialties would your restaurant serve?â
Tiffany sighed and sat back, at ease when talking about her ultimate life goal. It was the first time sheâd felt totally comfortable with Nick since they met.
âIâd have several scallop-based appetizers,â she began. âServed in various sauces, richly embodied yet never overpowering the fishâs delicate taste. I love working with asparagus, especially white asparagus, and itâs a perfect complement to this seafood. Chef Riatoli makes a dish that is amazing.â Tiffanyâs mouth watered of its own accord as she remembered the dish Chef had prepared in their classroom kitchen.
I pettini al pomodoro e lâasparago, Nick thought. Emilioâs simple yet succulent pairing of scallops with asparagus was his singularly favorite appetizer in all of Italy.
âWhat about salads,â he prompted after Tiffany had reeled off several more variations on her scallop ideas.
âSimple, clean,â she answered easily. âToo often, cooks make the mistake of putting too many ingredients into their salad creations. Chef Riatoli teaches that less is often more when it comes to marrying flavors. Iâve been playing around with an arugula salad that is nothing but greens, thin slices of fennel and tomato, with a basic vinaigrette that containsââ Tiffany stopped, realizing she was about to divulge a secret ingredient. âThat contains a little something extra,â she finished, her mouth pursing with the effort of not blurting out the very essences this man reminded her so much ofâmaple syrup with a hint of wasabiâsweet and hot.
The car turned the corner and entered a narrow street, typical of what one would imagine when thinking of Europe. The brick buildings on the left side of the street were adorned with flower-filled balconies and wooden shutters. The right side of the street was lined with cafés, all boasting outside seating enhanced with subdued lighting, candles, stark white linen, and canopies that bathed the setting in splashes of color. Belatedly, Tiffany realized sheâd hardly noticed the city, so caught up had she been in sharing her dream menu. But now, as they approached the end of the block, she looked around and began reading the names of the restaurants and designer clothing and shoe shops on the other side of the street. Her heart beat faster as she read one sign that stated simply, Fiaâs.
âYouâll love the area,â Chef Riatoliâs assistant had told her when heâd provided information to help Tiffanyâs transition. âAnd whatever you do, donât spend all your money at Fiaâs.â
âWhoâs that?â Tiffany had asked.
âOnly the newest and most sought-after designer in Rome,â the assistant had explained. âHer shop is largely by appointment only, and her dresses are on probably half the actresses you see on the red carpet.â
Tiffany had assured him that when it came to designer fashions, her money was safe in her purse. Now, had it been a culinary shop, with various pots, pans, and kitchen utensils? Tiffany would have been in trouble. It was designer knife sets, not designer knits, that warmed her blood. But Fiaâs is right across the street from where
Stephen Coonts; Jim Defelice