Chapter 17
The next morning, Marina went to work in the cottage kitchen, preparing the hors d’oeuvres for Ivy’s afternoon event at the Seabreeze Inn. After taking her chilled pie dough from the refrigerator, she pulled out Ginger’s old wooden rolling pin from a drawer.
Sprinkling a little flour on the dough and the roller to reduce the stickiness of the dough, she pressed the rolling pin down, smoothing out what would form the crust for the miniature mushroom and walnut tarts she’d made many times.
“That old rolling pin has seen almost as many years as I have,” Ginger said as she walked in the kitchen. “That was a wedding gift from one of my aunts, and it traveled the world with me.”
Marina tapped the rolling pin on the counter. “The first time I remember using it was to flatten modeli
