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Marcus looked up at the sign over Sasha’s new restaurant, Judy’s. “I can’t believe you named this place after my mother!” Sasha smiled. “The menu features the recipes she taught me as a kid, too,” Sasha said. “She taught me everything and without her, I wouldn’t have become a chef or had a string of restaurants. I owe her so much.” Marcus hugged her and said: “Thank you.” Sasha laughed. “Without her, I wouldn’t have you, either. At last!” Marcus smiled. “How long will we spen

“Toula!” Toula jumped when she heard her father’s shout. “Papa, what’s wrong? Have you run out of Windex?” Gus Portokalos looked up from the newspaper at his daughter. He couldn’t work out if she was really concerned or just teasing him. “Hmm! I never run out of Windex, Toula, you should know that!” Gus brought up a spray bottle from under the table and sprayed her hand. “I’ll get rid of whatever that is on your thumb…” He sprayed her before she could pull her hand away. Toul

Remy pushed the chopped vegetables into a hot pan and heard them sizzle in the olive oil. Linguini smiled. Another perfect pan of ratatouille thanks to Remy’s recipe, he thought. “Come on, I’m doing the cooking, Colette is out looking for the best ingredients in Paris, and none of us can deal with any more paperwork!” Remy said. Linguini nodded. “I know, I know! And you’re a rat, so keeping up with paperwork and writing isn’t your forte.” Remy sniggered: “The only paperwork w