This the season I crave more substance, not feeling salads or just boiled eggs, a slice of chicken. I need comfort food mostly saturday mornings, a piece of toast perfectly spread with Mascarpone and Cherry Jam, a slice of lemon cake from Starbucks paired with a warm cup of tea, while I type away my next novel. 43 more words
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It’s getting darker and colder by the day, which means I feel less guilty for staying inside huddled up next to the oven.
The onset of winter is the perfect excuse to use up the last of this year’s raspberries in a throwback to summer. 409 more words
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“When I observe Gram, I see how fragile the notion of tradition can be. If I take my eyes off the way she kneads her Easter bread, or if I fail to study the way she sews a seam in suede, or if I lose the mental image I have of her when she negotiates a better deal with a button salesman, somehow, the