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Immaculate Reception
A Madeline Bean Catering Mystery
By Jerrilyn Farmer HarperCollins Publishers, Inc.
Copyright © 2007 Jerrilyn Farmer
All right reserved. ISBN: 9780380795970
Chapter One
The way the sun filtered through the lace curtains, softening the light as it danced upon the Formica-topped table, was beautiful. The sound of Xav's voice, low, yet full of enthusiasm as he casually talked of traveling to Rome next month, was beautiful. The taste of freshly baked johnnycakes, the warm cornbread simple and moist and sweet, was beautiful. I smiled at Xav and then turned my face quickly away so that he wouldn't see my eyes.
"This recipe came from Baltimore," Xav said. "I think we might want to mention something about the history of the johnnycake. What do you think?"
I think I'm not as ready to work with the man I had planned to marry as I had thought.
Xavier Jones had been that one—the one you only find once in a lifetime, if you're lucky to find such a one at all. We'd met at the Culinary Institute in San Francisco ten years ago. Xavier had been simply the most gifted student they'd ever had. He soared above our class and promised to be the future star chef, admired and followed and envied by us all. When Xav and I fell in love, our future seemed to be guaranteed. Together we'd create a wonderful restaurant and inn. People would make ittheir destination, like the auberge-hotels in France. I'd decorate and manage and help cook, while Xavier would create his incredible dishes and delight and astound the culinary establishment. In the world of fine food and wine, we'd rule. That was the dream. That was the plan. That didn't happen.
"Did you know that back in colonial America, Jesuits would ride their horses on a circuit of towns in Maryland to see what the people needed and how they could help? They traveled with 'journey cakes' . . ." "Which is where we get the name 'johnnycakes'?"
"Exactly. This old recipe for corn bread could be baked very quickly and these johnnycakes were sturdy enough to carry in their backpacks."
"I don't know if we need to emphasize the 'sturdiness' of the cakes, do you?"
Xavier laughed as he looked into my eyes. "You're so delicate. Why not boast about their sturdiness? Hard times required sturdy food."
We were working together on a project for charity. It was to be a cookbook that featured many historical recipes. When Xavier called me, I had been happy to hear from him. We were very civilized. We'd remained friends all these years. Of course, maintaining a casual friendship with an ex-fiancé had not seemed difficult when we'd been living three thousand miles apart. In fact, since we broke up we'd only spoken on the telephone a few times and exchanged cards now and then. I'd been curious to see him. In all those years he could have gained weight, lost hair, gone stupid.
I looked at him now, as he stood at the sink cleaning up from our afternoon of marathon johnnycake baking. His body was absolutely adorable, fit and on the thin side. His dark blond hair was thick and straight as I'd remembered, with a lighter streak that hung in a tuft over one eye. And there was not a stupid bone in his body.
Xavier turned and surveyed the tidied up kitchen. "Would it be okay if we leave the research materials here?" Xavier had brought over several crates of ancient recipe books, which were now neatly stacked in a corner of my commercial kitchen. See, the reality of my last ten years is that I haven't married. I never even opened a restaurant, let alone an inn. For the past seven years I've been running Madeline Bean Catering with my partner Wesley Westcott, my best friend. I guess one of life's lessons has taught me to think better of mixing my professional goals with my romantic ones.
"Just leave the crates where they are. I want to read through some of the recipes, anyway."
Xav moved over to the table and picked up his jacket. I stood up.
"I knew it would be great to see you again," he said. "I've been thinking about you. A lot."
What could I say? I had that sense that there are way too many feelings swirling around. Like it hurts to blink. Like your throat gets stiff. Maybe a mixture of anger and hopefulness and forlorn attraction, but the anger wins.
He was looking at me with such a sweet and loving expression. It just made my heart hurt with a long-familiar pain. I hadn't felt anything like this pain in years and years. What the hell!
"Madeline, would it be all right if I said a blessing on your beautiful home?"
Oh, yeah. I forgot to mention. My former fiancé? He's a Jesuit brother.
Continues...
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