Abundance is the province of witches. Setting aside Macbeth’s Weird Sisters and the Wizard of Oz's Wicked Witch of the West, better known for their powers of divination and hordes of winged monkeys, most tales of witchcraft (or maybe just the tales I like) center the act of conjuring, the making of something from nothing. A coin appears in an empty palm; a potion awakens two strangers to the possibility of love. Or, in the story of Tomi dePaola’s Strega Nona, a witch’s magical cauldron generates infinite amounts of pasta. So much pasta, it floods the streets and sweeps up furniture into a carbohydrate-laden tsunami.