Chapter 13
The air in Hogan’s condo seemed to shimmer it was so filled with energy and amazing scents. Maria was proud of Manuel and Angelo, they’d really outdone themselves. The food had poured forth from Hogan’s kitchen in such abundance that it was impossible to credit even if the prep work had been done in the nearby closed restaurant. They’d served family style, a dozen heaped dishes arriving on great platters all at once.
The centerpiece was a trio of traditional Christmas panettone loaves, tall, cylindrical and baked to a crunchy dark brown. Inside they’d be a soft yellow bread filled with candied orange and raisins.
There was a massive tureen of Natalini, macaroni and meatballs in a capon broth soup and a huge dish of sausage-filled Ravioli alla Genovese buried in Nora’s Liguria
