I passed a folded note to the girl I liked during history. My substitute teacher confiscated it, called it obscene, and scheduled it to be read aloud at parent night. When my father stood up and read it, the entire auditorium learned the truth: I hadn't asked Ana for a date. I'd asked her mother for her braised pork recipe. The room laughed for two full minutes. The teacher went rigid at the podium. But the humiliation wasn't over. Afterward, Ana's mother invited me to dinner, and I discovered exactly what my teacher had been hiding in her own past. Now the woman who tried to destroy me is about to learn that a recipe can expose more than a secret crush. Some notes get read aloud. Some secrets get served cold.