Katie Ginger - Cooking Up Christmas

KATIE GINGERlives by the sea in the south-east of England, and apart from holidays to very hot places where you can sit by a pool and drink cocktails as big your head, she wouldn’t really want to be anywhere else. Snowflakes at Mistletoe Cottage is her third novel. She is also author of the Seafront series – The Little Theatre on the Seafront , shortlisted for the Katie Fforde Debut Novel of the Year award, and Summer Season on the Seafront .

When she’s not writing, Katie spends her time drinking gin, or with her husband, trying to keep alive her two children: Ellie, who believes everything in life should be performed like a musical number from a West End show; and Sam, who is basically a monkey with a boy’s face. And there’s also their adorable King Charles Spaniel, Wotsit (yes, he is named after the crisps!).

For more about Katie, you can visit her website: www.keginger.com, find her on Facebook: www.facebook.com/KatieGAuthor, or follow her on Twitter: @KatieGAuthor.

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The Little Theatre on the Seafront

Summer Season on the Seafront

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First published in Great Britain by HQ in 2019

Copyright © Katie Ginger 2019

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E-book Edition © October 2019 ISBN: 9780008302665

Version: 2019-08-28

Table of Contents

Cover

About the Author

Readers LOVE Katie Ginger

Also by Katie Ginger

Title Page

Copyright

Dedication

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Chapter 31

Acknowledgements

Extract

Dear Reader …

Keep Reading …

About the Publisher

In loving memory of Angie and Dan

Felicity Fenchurch primped and preened in front of the camera, brushing her honey-blonde curls back from her face. The director shouted, ‘Action,’ and she gave a longing smile, dipped down to pull a tray from the oven, and gazing at the camera from under false eyelashes, pouted.

‘There you have it,’ Felicity announced, removing her pink oven gloves with a flourish. ‘A deliciously decadent fabulous four-cheese lasagne, made with fresh homemade perfect pasta.’

‘Cut,’ shouted David, and the silent studio erupted into life. ‘That’s a wrap for the day, everyone. Felicity, darling, that was marvellous as usual. How you manage to look so damn sexy serving cheesy pasta is beyond me.’

Esme Kendrick watched as they exited the studio. As a food technologist, she’d done all the cooking this morning: chopped all the ingredients, grated the different cheeses, made a velvety béchamel sauce. She’d even made the pasta at the crack of dawn before the greedy pigeons had started cooing, getting up in the dark and padding about in the cold kitchen as a wintery wind blustered around the apartment. It was November, and as cold as a penguin’s flipper outside, but to Esme November meant nearly Christmas, and there was something different about London at Christmas time. Everyone was a little friendlier, a little kinder, and with parties and celebrations the city was alive with a kind of electricity. After a rushed cup of coffee, she’d made her way to work, with the great strings of Christmas lights swinging above, glittering in the winter gloom. The lasagne, complete with a perfect golden-brown finish, had then been presented to the world as the handiwork of TV goddess, Felicity Fenchurch. In reality, all Felicity had done was smoulder at the camera and mix things in a bowl.

‘I’m so nervous,’ Esme said to Helena, her best friend and a fellow food technician. ‘Why am I so nervous about pitching Grandma’s double-layer chocolate chestnut cake to Sasha?’

Helena brushed her dark brown bob behind her ear. ‘Oh, I don’t know, is it because it’s your absolute favourite recipe of your gran’s? The one you make every year at Christmas, the one you never, ever stop talking about as soon as summer’s over and the weather gets even the slightest bit nippy. The one that—’

‘Yeah, maybe it’s that,’ Esme interrupted playfully. ‘Right, wish me luck. See you tomorrow.’

Sasha’s office was of the new modern glass variety that looks more like a greenhouse. As their producer, she was scary but fair. Never rude or patronising, not like Felicity, but she was a powerhouse – a confident, composed, I’ve-achieved-my-dreams-with-effort-and-hard-work kind of woman. The type you look up to and fear all at the same time. The glass wall, with a view onto the corridor, was lined with tall green plastic pot plants designed to make the place seem homely. Esme was just approaching the door and about to knock when she heard voices from inside. Peering through the dusty leaves of a banana plant, Felicity Fenchurch sat purring at Sasha discussing something oddly familiar.