IZABELLA
I zeroed in the ingredients, frowning slightly as I read and reread the words written in Filomena’s cookbook.
I was attempting to learn a new recipe, but it was getting harder and harder to focus on that task, because for whatever reason there was a lot of noise around the manor today.
I tuned it out and ran my fingers over the smooth pages of the aged cookbook. This recipe called for Kale and though there wasn’t any in the kitchen stores, I knew there was a herb garden out back that Patricia and Filomena maintained.
I found out about it when I’d told Filomena about my plans to make the pasta, and then we both had to go through the ingredients list to make sure we had everything we needed.
Filomena was actually my kitchen helper today, or at least she was supposed to be,
