The Saturday Night Supper Club Quotes

“If God had wanted you to be anything other than who and what you are, He would have made you that way.”
― Carla Laureano, The Saturday Night Supper Club

“You are not the sum of your accomplishment or failures.”
― Carla Laureano, The Saturday Night Supper Club

“Nothing's wasted. Not with God. Sometimes you just need to have faith that He's got what's next.”
― Carla Laureano, The Saturday Night Supper Club

“They were all there for the food, the drink, and the ambience, even as everyone devoured plates as disparate as Korean bibimbap and French vichyssoise.
"I'm going over there." Ana pointed to a midnight-blue food truck that was known for having the best bao, steamed Vietnamese buns, in Denver. Which, given the popularity of the southeast Asian cuisine in the city lately, was more of an accomplishment than it might have seemed.
"What about you?" Rachel asked Melody.
"I'm having what you're having. You never steer me wrong."
"Then A Parisian in Denver is the way to go. Come on. I want to say hello to Lilia."
They found their way to the end of the line in front of a food truck painted in red, blue, and white, and Rachel craned her neck to feet a better look at the chalkboard that proclaimed the day's specials. There was French street food like crepes and merguez sausages alongside trendy favorites like duck confit pommes frites.”
― Carla Laureano, The Saturday Night Supper Club

“if what you believe doesn’t impact the way you live and the way you treat other people for the better, then maybe your faith isn’t genuine.”
― Carla Laureano, The Saturday Night Supper Club

“food,”
― Carla Laureano, The Saturday Night Supper Club

“Somewhere along the way, she’d begun to think that when she asked for something good, God would repay her with some pale counterfeit. She’d dared to want something different for her life, dared to rebel against the mold that had been cast for her by her parents. Didn’t she somehow think that if she did anything to attract attention to her success, she’d be punished for it? “If God had wanted you to be anything other than who and what you are, He would have made you that way.” No, she’d pulled back, only allowing herself to be grateful for the small things she could afford to lose, lest God glimpse her true joys and take those away too. But she’d been wrong. As scarring as her relationship with her stepfather had been, it had propelled her out into the wider world, helped her find the thing that truly brought her joy. Losing her restaurant had led Alex to her door, which had given her a new focus and a second chance to do what she was made to do. All this time she thought she was slipping beneath God’s notice, and instead He’d guided her to right where He wanted her to be. “Nothing’s wasted. Not with God. Sometimes you just need to have faith that He’s got what’s next.” She folded her hands in her lap and opened her heart heavenward, a tentative prayer taking shape, halting and slightly uncomfortable. What’s next, then? What do You want for me? Some part of her had hoped for a dramatic, unmistakable answer, but in its place, she received a still, small conviction.”
― Carla Laureano, The Saturday Night Supper Club

“All this time she thought she was slipping beneath God's notice, and instead He'd guided her to right where He wanted her to be.
"Nothing's wasted. Not with God. Sometimes you just need to have faith that He's got what's next."”
― Carla Laureano, The Saturday Night Supper Club

“You are not the sum of your accomplishments or your failures. You have absolutely nothing to prove- not to me, not to your critics, and certainly not to your stepfather. If God had wanted you to be anything other than who and what you are, He would have made you that way.”
― Carla Laureano, The Saturday Night Supper Club

“He ladled the borscht into bowls and topped each with a dollop of sour cream and a sprig of fresh dill- very attractive, Rachel thought, both the presentation and the look of concentration on his ridiculously handsome face.
That thought made her struggle to hold back her smile as he brought the bowls to the table. The meat had been arranged on the platter in an elegant swoop of mushroom sauce with more drizzled over the top. He'd gone to some trouble to think it through and make it restaurant-worthy. The fact he'd given it so much effort only put more weight behind her smile.
He swept his hand toward the table and pulled her chair out for her. "Shall we eat then?"
"This looks amazing." She was rewarded with a pleased smile from him.
It was amazing, actually, especially considering he claimed he didn't cook. The borscht held just the right amount of sweetness, the beets tender but still fresh and bright, finely diced pork giving it further flavor. The dumplings, colored green from the spinach in the dough, were tender with a delicious filling.”
― Carla Laureano, The Saturday Night Supper Club

“The cucumber-mint sorbet came out next, more an intermezzo than a full course. Then dessert: Melody's elegant pistachio financiers. Rachel had topped the tiny French almond cakes with homemade orange blossom ice cream and garnished it with candied citrus peel and chopped pistachios.”
― Carla Laureano, The Saturday Night Supper Club

“Time to choose a palate cleanser. I hope you like sorbet?"
So they were done with the personal. "If you make it, I'm sure I'll like it."
He did, though he preferred the cucumber-mint to the tomato and watermelon that she put in front of him. Both the lamb shank and the quail were great, but they agreed that lamb said spring more than summer and chose the quail.”
― Carla Laureano, The Saturday Night Supper Club

“Alex picked up his fork and knife and cut a piece of scallop, then forked it into his mouth with a stack of greens. The seafood was indeed perfectly cooked, tender and sweet and juicy, and the slight tang of the dressing complemented the mild flavors of the scallop.
"What's in the dressing?" he asked.
A crafty smile formed on her lips, a sparkle in her eye. "The dreaded fennel."
"That's fennel? I like it. It's not all that licorice-y."
"Not in these concentrations." Rachel took a bite, lifting her eyes to the ceiling as she considered. "I like this one. Simple. Tastes like summer to me. But it's too..."
"Common?"
"That's exactly it."
"I don't know. I like the scallops. They're perfect. Maybe with some sort of starch. Not as light."
Rachel took another bite. "Puree. Artichoke maybe, with wild mushrooms.”
― Carla Laureano, The Saturday Night Supper Club

“There's crab with avocado and lemon crème fraîche on a sesame cracker. Chicken liver mousse with caramelized onions and apples. And Ana and Melody's favorite, asparagus and leek on a Parmesan crisp.”
― Carla Laureano, The Saturday Night Supper Club

“Pop-up restaurants?"
Ana took the tablet back, practically vibrating with excitement. "Once a month, even once a week. Fixed menu, unusual locations. Heavy emphasis on experience and hospitality."
"I know what they are." They'd been popular in Europe for many years now. Some of them were spectacular productions closer to a circus, like Gingerline in London. Others were immersive experiences in the same place using rotating themes. A few farm-to-table chefs in Colorado already hosted pop-ups at their farms for a select guest list. Tickets were as coveted in the food world as white truffles and twice as hard to acquire.”
― Carla Laureano, The Saturday Night Supper Club

“They were perfect- crisp on the outside with a creamy interior, at once both salty and sweet from a double bath in boiling duck fat. Not exactly the healthiest of choices, but oh, it was worth it.”
― Carla Laureano, The Saturday Night Supper Club

“Think about it. Pray about it. The fact that you're concerned about doing the right thing means you're halfway there. Just remember, you're not responsible for everyone else's actions. Only your own. So whatever decision you make, be sure you're doing it because it's what God would have you do, not simply because it's most comfortable.”
― Carla Laureano, The Saturday Night Supper Club

“Here's the thing about dreams. Everyone thinks that if something is meant to be, it's going to come eaasy. Life isn't easy. It isn't supposed to be. Doing something worthwhile takes sacrifice. Do you think I've loved every minute I've spent at work? I've spent years being miserable. But I've given up everything to get to where I am, and I'm not going to let one little setback get in my way. I'm going to prove them wrong. No matter what. That's what it takes sometimes: sheer stubborn will.”
― Carla Laureano, The Saturday Night Supper Club