Chapter 10

“Dear uncle, I still have a week!” Henri found himself pleading out of instinct.

Didn’t Uncle Guillaume think he could happen upon the recipe in time? How hard could it be to create gelato? Hopefully easier than angel wings, he prayed silently. And suddenly just thinking the name, gelato, brought a tingling to his fingers, toes, and thoughts. He watched as his uncle wiped the grease from his face, it didn’t matter if his uncle didn’t believe he could do it. Suddenly a life beyond baking Buche de Noelsfor this man and his blood family every Christmas, seemed more than doable. Henri would not only secure the gelato recipe. He wouldn’t just give it to the Fontainebleau kitchen to recreate. He would find a way to re-mix it in such a way that the court would forget that once an Italian princess brought little desserts with her to France. With a single bite, they all would bow, the court, the king, UncleGuillaume, and his entire family.