" She picked out the most delicious food she could find, brought it home. She’d gotten things that were meaningful, that would connect with this magical time she’d had in the Camargue. Coquilles St. Jacques, glistening pink with the red roe still attached; small local crabs, just like the favouilles they’d seen last night; pencil-thin stalks of asparagus, as green as the fields all around the Manade; delicate squash blossoms, to be stuffed with a duxelles of mushrooms and herbs, the color bright saffron, reminiscent of the garland of flowers painted in the Dempseys’ kitchen. "

― Luanne Rice , Light of the Moon