Tony stared at her. “You wrote a cookbook ? Who’s gonna buy a cookbook from a mob wife?”
“I want you to make sure nobody outside the family ever sees this thing. It’s got Uncle Junior’s sausage recipe. You know what the FBI could do with that? They’d put it under a microscope. ‘Linguine with Clam Sauce – page 47.’ Next thing you know, we’re all testifying.” By dawn, a crisis had erupted. Paulie had already forwarded the PDF to six guys, claiming he “improved” the recipe for gravy (Sunday sauce, not brown gravy, a distinction that nearly started a war). Christopher had tried to print it on Satriale’s old printer, which caught fire. And Johnny Sack— from New York —had allegedly received an anonymous copy titled “Mob Tastes: The Real Thing.” the sopranos cookbook pdf
The file had been sitting on Tony Soprano’s desk for three weeks. A plain manila folder, dog-eared and smudged with gravy, labeled in Carmela’s neat handwriting: “Sopranos Cookbook PDF – FINAL.” Tony stared at her