" The scent of lemon, fresh, clean, and faint when Georgia had first entered the kitchen, had grown stronger as they spoke, and it now filled the room. Georgia walked the oven, flipped on the light, and peered through the glass door. A golden cake ballooned from a circle pan.
"Delizia di Sorrento," Claudia said. "I make it with Meyer lemons and eat it like its bread. Another craving. "

― , Georgia's Kitchen