Linguini Ratatouille Novels & Stories

"I'm guilty. Sophie came up with the idea. I thought it would be a great opportunity for some family bonding." "I loved it, thank you very much." "Gérard, bring little Claude over; I'm dying to see him." "Yes, Grandpa." "Little Claude is growing so fast. He looks just like you, Gérard. The only difference is the eye color." "They're honey-colored, like Julie's." "Let's move to the table now; I've prepared my famous ratatouille." "It's one of my favorite dishes, Mom." "I know, Juliette. I hope you all enjoy the meal."

The smell of herbs and roasted garlic drifted through the air again as the waiter returned with their entrees. He set a steaming plate of linguine pescatore in front of Derek—plump shrimp, scallops, and mussels resting on a bed of pasta tossed in a light tomato broth. In front of Ryleigh, he placed her chicken marsala, smothered in rich mushroom sauce, alongside a generous helping of garlic mashed potatoes. “Enjoy,” the waiter said with a polite nod before retreating to the back of the restaurant.