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Suzette Monet's avatar

When I think of navettes, I immediately smell blooming orange trees, feel the warmth of the sun slipping through the leaves. Fingers knead the dough. Time slows down. The sugar turns into tiny crystals of light. The dough takes shape and begins to tell its story. The olive oil reassures, the orange blossom invites deep breaths. Navettes ask for time, for slow tasting. Each bite is an emotion that takes you by the hand and leads you to Provence. They stay in your heart, not just on your palate, teaching you that goodness and beauty often dwell in the simplest things and gestures.

- Suzette Monet

Dawn's avatar

Fascinating. Excellent research.

Thank you.

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