He walked Leo through a tweak: macerate the raspberries in sugar for an hour before heating. Use less water. Strain twice. The result? Same depth, 30% more yield.
Leo frowned. “We have Monin.”
“I’ll wait.”
Delia gave him two weeks.
He always does.
People come from three towns over for the Clover Club. Maya is now a regular, engaged to a baker who brings leftover croissants. And sometimes, when the bar is quiet, Leo pulls out his phone and rereads the last line of Jeffrey’s email: jeffrey morgenthaler raspberry syrup