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It was a gorgeous presentation, and it tasted fabulous but not as good as my own dinner: a robust slab of perfectly grilled sea bass on sautéed potatoes over a puddle of satiny purple-beet emulsion. Wanting to save room for dessert, I had planned only to nibble on the fish, but I accidentally ate the whole thing.
It didn't matter. We all dipped into the generous serving of bubbling, brown apple crisp, fragrant with cinnamon and nutmeg, and a luxurious chocolate layer cake blanketed with fudgy icing. Both of the desserts had been prepared by Williams' grandmother, Grace Crispin. I don't know what Grandma Grace is putting in those pastries, but that cake certainly was mood-enhancing. "Chocolate is a drug, too," Libby said.
No wonder I'm high on PotPie.