There was a huge fat cook in a white uniform with a hat that looked like a big popover muffin.

If Apicius was going to come to a point, he hoped the fat cook would do it soon.

The fat cook was wriggling and kicking his feet furiously.

When it opened, the figure of the fat cook who had served as translator between Harry and the fishmonger was revealed.

The fat cook turned a shiny black face over his white shoulder.

The fat cook broke eggs into a pan, added milk, stirred them around.

The fat cook punched his cash register, put down a nickel change.

The maid and the fat cook had been whispering together.

The fat cook gestured suddenly, and the men faded back.

I was lugged off and made to scrub dirty pots for some fat old cook.