Quotes from Jan Moran

disseminated.

And how did you learn to bake like that?" "It was in the '60s in Cambridge," Ginger said with a faraway look in her eyes.

A former marine, Paula Stark has been a firefighter for twenty-five years, and Summer Beach had been fortunate to get her. Although the local fire department served the community, they were also brought into the larger firefighting efforts in the region when needed.

Leathery and sensual, labdanum is a resin derived from the rockrose herb, its impression as black and shadowy as the crevices of the human heart. -DB

Paintings were more than mere wall decorations. Art was a reflection of the artist's soul and the world around them. To paint was to create impressions that brought joy or shed light on humankind's shared journey.

Whenever he had a problem, he found that being near the water put things in perspective.

She still had a great deal to do, but she was finally on the right track with an incredible, intoxicating blend of rose, tuberose, and jasmine, sandalwood and an amber blend. Inhaling, the romantic scent conjured exquisite joy. The path had come to her in a dream, the melding of sandalwood and patchouli with amber notes of vanillin and labdanum absolute in a manner that was nothing short of exquisite.

a frigid night of an Italian winter, crimson flows through the veins of nature's sweet orange, staining its flesh. Cold-pressing releases its addictive oil: tangy, warm, balsamic. Blends well with frankincense, cedar, and clove. And always transports me to Italy. —DB

Every work of art carries with it a piece of the artist's soul. Paintings are windows to our human experience.

connoisseur

Mitch looked out toward the horizon. "I took up surfing because I wanted to conquer something bigger than my pa, bigger than myself. Out there, I could be free. I could forget my anger, overcome monster waves, and not hurt anyone.

If you're not going to move, then the least you can do is give me a hand. Don't you have workers for that? Once again, his voice belied his frustration with the dilemma he found himself in. Not all of us have an army of employees.

After completing her work for Monsieur, she made some of the specialties she'd developed at her shop in Amalfi, including her gianduiotto , raspberry truffles, and lemon-shaped sfusato amalfitano truffles dusted with sea salt. She tucked these into gold paper-covered boxes, along with her delicately flavored violet truffles, the blood orange and roasted pistachio truffles, and the basil, mint, and limoncello in dark chocolate. On the top layer, she nestled her chocolate stars.

You got lucky that time.

Easy to get loaded down with stuff—and stuff often holds you back from making important decisions.

overwhelming.

she realized this was the first positive goal she'd had since before Jeremy had died. A goal that meant expansion in her life, not forced contraction.

Stepping across discarded, rotting pod shells toward the cacao trees, she wondered if these were the prized white cacao beans that produced the legendary chocolate that Aztec kings had consumed. Did these trees yield the smoothest, most flavorful, aromatic cocoa that had been the ultimate lingua franca between chocolate aficionados, chefs, and growers around the world?

Non capisci una fava. Celina lifted her chin to him. Tu sei una fava, she shot back. He was the one who didn't know anything.

Beethoven's Ode to Joy on the piano.

Philosopher Jean-Jacques Rousseau wrote: "Smell is the sense of the imagination.

Humans were neither all good nor all bad—they were just human and fallible, herself included.

Celina loved experimenting with new flavors and expanding Stella di Cioccolato. She'd created a spicy chocolate truffle with mild chili peppers and white truffles made from cocoa butter and lemon. But the secret of the gran blanco - the rare white beans- would remain a secret of the Andean people until they wished to share it with the world again.

but she'd learned that anger and regret were bitter desserts.