She finally glanced up. “Chicken Caesar salad. No croutons. Extra dressing. And make sure the chicken is warm but not hot. I don’t want to burn my mouth on camera.”
I wrote it down. “Anything to drink besides water?”
“Iced tea. But only if it’s sweet. If it’s fake sugar, I don’t want it.”
“We make it fresh,” I said. “You’ll love continue reading …