" 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 (The Supper Club, #1)