Thursday Doors, Story A Day May: Steffie Serves It Cold

Steffie Serves It Cold

Steffie donned a white chef’s coat and fitted a net over her short black wig. She went to her station, nodding at the other cooks as she went, and unrolled her knives.

This was the best assignment ever! Steffie adored cooking, and being embedded as a pastry cook in a Michelin star restaurant was the dream of a lifetime. False credentials and real skill had landed her the place.

She hoped it would be weeks before her target chose to dine at this restaurant, but it was only five days before Pete, Steffie’s handler, told her to be on the lookout.

Lord Marshfield made his presence immediately apparent. He demanded a better table than the one to which he and his companion were led. He ordered a wine which wasn’t on the menu but which he insisted he knew was in the cellar. Unfortunately, he was right, and he got what he wanted.

His companion wasn’t embarrassed; they were as matched in entitlement as they were in treachery.

The kitchen staff was large and everyone was focused on their own station, but word seems to seep through a kitchen as if by osmosis. An important element of the shared appetizer had to be replaced by an ingredient that set the Sous Chef’s teeth on edge. The target sent his entree, the restaurant ‘s signature dish, back, saying it was inedible, and demanding one “properly cooked”.

Finally, it was time for dessert. Lord Marshfield’s companion ordered freshly made mango ice cream, but Lord Marshfield, as expected, ordered the macarons — dark chocolate, filled with blood orange creme pat and dressed with gold powder.

Not even Lord Marshfield could find any fault with Steffie’s pastry and he was too greedy to share it with anyone, so the special ingredient Steffie added to his went to him and him alone.

It was the same ingredient Lord Marshfield had fed to Tommy, the closest Steffie had to a friend at the agency.

Steffie reluctantly handed in her notice the next day. She would miss the kitchen dreadfully, but she still had two weeks.

It was more time than Lord Marshfield had.

MY WRITING PROMPT: Watching WAY too much MasterChef.


I was born in Louisville, Kentucky, but now live in the woods in southern Indiana. Though I only write fiction, I love to read non-fiction. The more I learn about this world, the more fantastic I see it is.

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One thought on “Thursday Doors, Story A Day May: Steffie Serves It Cold

  1. Pete

    May 11, 2023 at 10:36am

    And Steffie’s baked goods are awesome. The evil critter died with a smile on his corpulent face. What a way to go!

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  2. John Hric

    May 12, 2023 at 9:34am

    Swept right from the special table to an even more special place. Nice tale Marian !

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  3. Dan Antion

    May 12, 2023 at 9:16pm

    Steffie serves a mean dessert. My kind of chef. Thanks for treating us to another Steffie story. I love it.

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  4. bikerchick57

    May 15, 2023 at 8:33am

    I love Master Chef! I may be thinking of your story when the next season of the show premieres. I’ll be yelling at the screen, “No, Gordon, don’t eat the pastries!” 😀

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  5. Teagan Riordain Geneviene

    May 17, 2023 at 10:49am

    Well done, Marian. I really liked “they were as matched in entitlement as they were in treachery.” And the too Much Master Cheff remark at the end cracked me up.
    I hope you’re healing more every day. Big hugs.

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  6. Kim Smyth

    May 19, 2023 at 6:15pm

    I’m a super fan of Master Chef and that story was great! My husband says he wouldn’t last a day in Gordon’s kitchen, but I know his game and he creates real chefs! Great job!

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  7. Brenda's Thoughts

    May 30, 2023 at 6:36pm

    Oh no, false credentials. My first clue that something other was afoot. Revenge is best served cold and inside a tasty treat! Nicely done, Marian.

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