Remembering sweet treats from a sweet neighbor

I put up my tree recently, and as with many a Christmas tradition, this ritual sent me back — footsteps clearly marked despite the drifting snow of thoughts flurrying in my mind — to trees of the past. Of prickly cedar trees whose feathery branches could barely bear the weight of tinsel but whose smell . . . → Read More: Remembering sweet treats from a sweet neighbor

Bread of the Month: Lighting the way with St. Lucia buns

I‘m not the only soul who feels light-deprived this time of year. Though I love the wee hours of the morning when I’m in the dark, pondering, and feeling as though I have the world to myself, I still find every December to be a race against the dark, from which I grow weary. . . . → Read More: Bread of the Month: Lighting the way with St. Lucia buns