They Tried To Throw Me Out Of My Own Restaurant Until The Chef Stepped In

And the table had been full all along.

I turned off the kitchen light. Locked the back door. Walked to my car with jasmine in the air and an apron on a hook where it could finally be seen.

The kitchen would be there tomorrow, and the pasta would be good, and Aunt Janine was coming on a Tuesday.

That was enough. That was, it turned out, more than enough.continue reading …