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“It's called 'Hollywood Dunk.' An appetizer from the fifties."
Bronwyn dipped the chip into the white creamy spread speckled with green dots and popped it in her mouth. She chewed slowly, her face moving through a variety of expressions- none of them good.
"Yeah, I know." Alice laughed as she watched her best friend try to get the chip and dip down.
A giant swig of wine later, Bronwyn sputtered, "What's in that?"
"Deviled ham. Chives. Onion. Horseradish."
Bronwyn stared at her, mouthed, Deviled ham?
"It's chopped up deli ham mixed with mayonnaise, mustard, hot pepper sauce, and salt and pepper, and then you blend it a bit. Then you add the chives, onion, and horseradish. Oh, and the last thing is whipped cream. Can't forget that," Alice added.
"Why would you make this? To eat?" Bronwyn pressed a napkin to her lips and squeezed her eyes shut. "Whipped cream and ham should never mingle. Never ever, never."
Alice placed the still-full dip dish in the sink. "Agreed. That's why it wasn't out. I was curious, but it's disgusting."
"Thanks for the warning," Bronwyn murmured, now drinking wine directly from the bottle.
"You didn't give me a chance!" Alice replied.
"I was hungry. I've been on a stupid juice cleanse," Bronwyn retorted, and they both laughed.
"You're lucky I didn't serve the bananas wrapped in ham, baked with hollandaise sauce on top.”
― Karma Brown, Recipe for a Perfect Wife

“Alice made a simple supper of Welsh rarebit (toast points smothered in a sauce of cheddar, cream, dry mustard, and spices) with tomato slices, from Nellie's cookbook, and barbecued sausages, along with a "fluffy white cake" that turned out not to be that fluffy but was still delicious.”
― Karma Brown, Recipe for a Perfect Wife

“Moderately hot oven? That's it? No temperature listed? What did that even mean â€� moderately hot? How moderately hot were they talking here? George Clooney in Ocean's Eleven hot? Or Daniel Craig in Skyfall hot? Probably not Daniel Craig hot. That heat level would scorch any straight girl's peaches.”
― Tiffany Reisz, The Night Mark

“Sandra turned to the page with the title "Toklas' Hashich Fudge."
The original hashish brownies. 'Peppercorns, nutmeg, cinnamon, coriander, stone dates, dried figs, shelled almonds, peanuts,... A bunch of canibus sativa can be pulverized. This along with the spices should be dusted over the mixed fruit and nuts... it should be eaten with care. Two pieces are quite sufficient...”
― Allegra Goodman, The Cookbook Collector

“Lucullus placed a live fish in a glass jar in front of every diner at his table. The better the death, the better the meal would taste.
Catherine de Medici brought her cooks to France when she married, and those cooks brought sherbet and custard and cream puffs, artichokes and onion soup, and the idea of roasting birds with oranges. As well as cooks, she brought embroidery and handkerchiefs, perfumes and lingerie, silverware and glassware and the idea that gathering around a table was something to be done thoughtfully. In essence, she brought being French to France.
Everything started somewhere else. She thought of Tim's note: write to me. He didn't want to hear about Lucullus and Catherine de Medici; but she loved her old tomes and the things unearthed there, the ballast they lent, the safety of information. She spread her notebooks open across the table. There was a recipe for roasted locusts from ancient Egypt, and on the facing page, her own memory of the first thing she ever cooked, the curry sauce and Anne's chocolate.”
― Ashley Warlick, The Arrangement