The morning of the family reunion, Danny woke to an enticing jumble of fresh-baked fragrances. He lay in bed and tried to sort them out: vanilla shortbread, definitely, and almond biscotti and…yes, lemon Madeleines—his mother’s one weakness. Oh, and Katie’s favorite—baklava. Henri and his staff had been working since well before dawn preparing for the party.
In the Carmody tradition, the menu was casual—burgers, ribs—normal barbeque fare. Also in the Carmody tradition the burgers weren’t just hamburger, but rather Henri’s signature mix of beef brisket and his secret spices. And the pork ribs—irresistible. Henri’s sauce, handed down from father to son for generations, was a true work of art.
Danny dressed and went in search of coffee. In the dining room Henri had set out an urn of coffee,
