“There are no French-style cookies here,” Genny inspected Daniel’s recipe collection. “No dessert from Vietnam. I cannot send a Christmas box to my family without these ingredients.”
“I have this,” Daniel offered her a recipe for Sienese Pan Forte.
“That is Italian.”
“I know how to make a decent custard,” Emily offered.
“Oh, and that will ship well in a cookie box.”
Emily looked chagrined, “Oh, right.”
“I will need some ingredients.” She did her best to maintain the appearance of calm. The pressure had eased in the room. And it had eased in her heart, in one way.
“We can dial down to the main White House kitchen for almost anything we need. They’ll send it up on the elevator.” Daniel pointed to a tall, but narrow steel door in the corner that Genny hadn’t noticed.
She began making
