“Georgia held the jar up to the light, gazing at the dark golden color of the honey, remembering the buzzing of the bees, the fragrance of the apple orchard laced with the briny scent of the sea. On impulse, she… — Rachel Linden Copy Share Image
“It's a recipe for agrumato," he says, sounding surprised. I roll the unfamiliar name in Italian around on my tongue. "Agrumato? What's that?" Nicolo's brow is furrowed. "I don't exactly know," he admits. "I've heard Violetta use the word." We turn expectantly to Nonna. She explains, "It's the term for olive oil that is combined with other things," she says.… — Rachel Linden Copy Share
“Georgia held the jar up to the light, gazing at the dark golden color of the honey, remembering the buzzing of the bees, the… — Rachel Linden Copy Share Image
