cordula

And so to console herself that this man was not her Great Love, she would serve him the sa cordula as an appetizer—a small portion so as not to tip the scales in her favor who would like a big portion of sheep guts?

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The sa cordula was a mystery like her grandmother had been.

The Love Goddess’ Cooking School Melissa Senate 2010

She was beginning to think she should learn to make sa cordula and carry it around in little containers with her, so if she met a guy, she could say, “Would you mind letting me know if you like this?”

The Love Goddess’ Cooking School Melissa Senate 2010

She should just feed him the sa cordula now and get it over with.

The Love Goddess’ Cooking School Melissa Senate 2010

She wondered if anyone in the state of Maine knew how to make sa cordula.

The Love Goddess’ Cooking School Melissa Senate 2010

She took the binder of recipes and searched for sa cordula, and there it was, between the chicken cacciatore and the chicken costoletta, the same recipe that Holly had found in the diary.

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If John liked the sa cordula, she could relax, accept what he said, that he was just “tired, distracted by work.”

The Love Goddess’ Cooking School Melissa Senate 2010

Holly sucked in a quiet breath and took the quickest bite, keeping her expression neutral—despite the gritty, slimy texture of the sa cordula.

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Her breath caught somewhere in her body as John placed his napkin on his lap and picked up his fork, eyeing the sa cordula.

The Love Goddess’ Cooking School Melissa Senate 2010

Sa cordula, with its final ingredient of one fervent wish.

The Love Goddess’ Cooking School Melissa Senate 2010