CHAPTER 23
Kennedy had never seen a Christmas spread like the one that night at the Winters’ table. Willow’s dad had made moose meatballs with mushroom and asparagus gravy and a separate dish of halibut in a creamy sauce served on buttery pasta. He had caught the halibut himself last summer, but the fate and demise of the moose were never mentioned at the table. The sides were as delicious as they were colorful: a green bean casserole with pine nuts, goat cheese, and stewed tomatoes; grilled cauliflower and Brussel sprouts; twice baked sweet potatoes whipped with cream and cinnamon; and a magnificent fruit salad with all kinds of produce Willow’s dad had grabbed from an Anchorage fruit co-op before he picked up the girls from the airport.
“These are the best bread rolls I’ve ever eaten,”
