Nina Harrington - Recipe For Disaster

Bunty shuddered to think what would happen to Luca if his wife, Sophie, even caught sight of the lovely Irina. Sophie was the kind of woman who had been known to scare even Alex and discreet was clearly not a concept that Luca understood very well.

Irina smiled sweetly and stepped forward to shake her hand and had just started to explain in broken English that she was actually a photography student who had just started her course in London, when Luca grabbed Bunty around the waist and practically propelled her towards the kitchen and as far away as possible from the public area of the deli where they could be seen from the street.

‘Bunty, I have been tossing and turning all night thinking about the new idea for the Caruso Family Kitchen. All night! And seeing you yesterday having your birthday tea with Alex brought it all home to me that the two Caruso cousins are the best possible advert for the loving wholesome family image that I know is going to work.’

Bunty wiggled out of Luca’s grasp and took firm hold of the worktop in her kitchen, which was covered in meals at some stage or another.

‘Wholesome? Luca, are you on medication?’ Bunty asked, putting both hands on her hips. ‘Because there is nothing wholesome at all about your current image and that is not going to change, no matter how many stylists you bring in.’

‘Bunty. Darling.’ Luca grinned and waved one arm in the air. ‘Why do you think I came to you first? What a story. A one-woman entrepreneur driven by her love of fine food inspired by the Caruso family traditions. What. A. Story.’

He fluttered his eyelashes and sighed dramatically. ‘The media are going to go totally mad for you. You’re a natural. The public will love you.’

Then as though suddenly galvanized by talk of the media, Luca started pacing up and down the kitchen, peering into pots and trays and talking to himself in a strange sort of running commentary.

‘This is perfect. Ideal. Magical.’

Then he stopped and held up one hand like a traffic cop and Bunty had to stop herself from laughing out loud.

‘I have had a vision. Irina, sweetie, I need you to write this down while it is still alive.’

He sucked in a breath. ‘Luxury home dining. The Caruso family at home. Restaurant quality food as cooked in the Caruso family home. Yes, that’s it. The Caruso Family Kitchen. I am thinking promotional videos filmed at the house in Biella.’

One of his hands started flapping and his head dropped back a little. ‘I can persuade Sophie and my mother into using their home kitchen for the magazine editors. Bunty can do the actual cooking, chopping and frying and the like, but I can toss wonderful fresh salad if need be while chatting to the camera.’

Luca opened his eyes and grinned at Bunty. ‘I am drooling just thinking about the photo stills. My parents laughing around the table as they eat. Sophie arranging plates and flowers. Lovely Bunty working chocolate and other clever things. We could drive an entire campaign for the cook book and the luxury ready meals using those images. It will be huge. All launched at the same time. A new brand. Fresh and original and so genuine. And that is why I would not dream of going to any other food writer apart from my cousin Bunty.’

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