I promise at the end of this essay is a recipe. This particular entry was begun at least ten days ago, making its content now seem like ancient history; but…
HAPPY 2013! We toasted with prosecco in the dainty vintage champagne glasses I’ve always wanted and received as a gift from my mom (the queen of gift-giving). Some New Year…
I’ve been making cookies every day for the past week with a rigor normally reserved for desperate acts and imperative tasks, as if escaping reality or offering this activity to…
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