For the final plating.
Julian didn't answer. He couldn't. His jaw was held together by a prayer and a bit of butcher's twine, but his muscle memory was intact. He reached for his old Wüsthof—the steel still held its edge—and began to mince garlic with a speed that defied his rigor mortis. A Menu of Malice
Revenge of the Zombie Chef: A Recipe for Culinary Retribution
Julian didn't kill him. He did something worse. He handed Marcus the whisk. The Aftermath
The bitterness of the dark chocolate was the exact flavor of a forgotten legacy. The Final Course