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Love Soul Heaven Hell – Chapter II
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A couple of hours later, the three of them were standing around the kitchen island, observing as Bette carefully scooped out a pureed egg and cream mixture that had been shaped into perfect one inch balls, slow-cooked then dropped into a metal cylinder that she’d poured some liquid nitrogen into. Earlier, she’d arranged in a row of black-and-red angular Christofle dining plates rectangular-shaped pieces of pork belly that had been mashed, then squeezed into rectangular tins, then immersed in a separate bath, slow-cooked, at first, to allow the meat’s juices to be retained, then quickly dipped in the liquid nitrogen bath, to impart a crunchy texture on the outside to the pieces.
Bette scooped the egg balls into each of the plates. Next, she squeezed out dots of made-from-scratch hollandaise sauce, thickened and frozen the night before, from an icing press, onto each of the plates, creating unique patterns in each plate.
“Voila!,” she announced with flourish, as she finished with the last plate.
The three clapped in appreciation, Brom a little puzzled as he did so. “Ummm…. Bette, what exactly is this?,” he asked as he helped Tina carry the artistically rendered plates of food to the breakfast table on the side of the kitchen. Luke had pulled out one end of the table to extend it, to give the group plenty of room for the four to enjoy the meal Bette had prepared for them.
“Eggs Benedict,” Tina answered drily, as Bette set about preparing their drink. Tina headed to the warming oven to remove the English muffins she’d toasted. “Just your classic New York Sunday brunch, done the Bette Porter-Kennard way,” she continued.
Brom shook his head. Bette continued to amaze.
“And what’s she making now?,” Brom asked curiously, as he watched Bette scooping out what looked like small orange balls from another metal cylinder, into champagne flutes.
“Mimosa,” Bette responded this time, with a laugh as both Luke and Brom dropped their jaws.
Tina was smiling widely, as she carried the flutes Bette had filled with the orange balls to the table. She remembered reacting the same way last Sunday morning, when Bette had surprised her with breakfast in bed with the same menu. She also remembered how she’d thanked Bette after consuming the last morsel of the unusual meal…as Tina kissed Bette, while the brunette was setting aside her oversized gloves.
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Hi! Always interesting – where is Angelica during time when Bette and Tina always bussy with their guests? She’s not crying, she didn’t not feeding, changed diapers and etc.?
For me seems that Bette and Tina neglecting their daughter because they to busy play in “aristocrats”