Aunt Dimity And The Summer King (2015) - Plot & Excerpts
Well-fed, dry-diapered, and sheltered from the sun by the crabapple tree that had given the cottage its name, Bess dozed in the pram’s bassinet, waking occasionally to chew on her toes or to watch Goya, Charles’s golden Pomeranian, and Matisse, Grant’s lively Maltese, prowl around our ankles. The dogs paid absolutely no attention to her. Their eyes were fixed adoringly on Charles, who fed them under the table when Grant wasn’t looking. Charles’s titanic efforts in the kitchen had paid off handsomely. The dishes he’d prepared—twice—were light, flavorful, and, by Finch’s standards, epicurean. Sally Cook’s tearoom menu didn’t include chilled cucumber soup with crème fraîche and a watercress garnish, bruschetta with tomato tapenade and a pesto drizzle, or a spectacular, eight-layer vegetable terrine, but if it had, I would have eaten lunch there every day. “Charles has been reading cookbooks again,” Grant said, smiling wryly as we surveyed the feast Charles had placed before us.
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