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The food was amazing. Elena hadn’t returned to the kitchen after she finished setting the table — she’d gotten the feeling that Alessandro didn’t like having people around when he was cooking — so she had no idea what he’d done to transform a couple of boneless, skinless chicken breasts into savory shreds of meat you wrapped with small, street taco–sized tortillas and garnished with the best salsa fresca she’d ever eaten, but clearly it had to have been some kind of magic. The same thing with the dish of diced zucchini and sweet red peppers; she knew he had to have done something special to season them, but she had no idea what.
“Did you have a restaurant down in El Salvador or something?” she asked, once she’d slowed down a bit. Up until the moment when the amazing aromas from the kit
