Christmas biscuits

Christmas biscuits

There is something inherently familiar about baking, I always think about my childhood and the voice of my mother encouraging me to add some flour, or to not be too hesitant about that egg. I know how to handle eggs now, but I still think about those moments every time I pop a cake into the oven. It’s something about working with all these materials to create such a wonderful treat; how eggs, milk, sugar and flour act together and how all those spices create a bouquet of mouth-watering flavours. Whenever I smell this sweetness I think of busy Saturday mornings standing in the kitchen and dusting every surface, and of the lazy Saturday afternoons spent on the sofa. I remember eating cake and cookies with the family, because it’s something that binds together (as food always does) and I remember eating those treats as something you take time for, something you enjoy and celebrate. Either with a cup of coffee or a good cup of tea....
Rolled jam buns with sour cream glaze

Rolled jam buns with sour cream glaze

I saw a lovely lady riding her bike through New Orleans today. The sunlight was low and behind both of us in that comforting way that says the day is almost closed and we’re all headed home to take off our bras and make butter pasta. She was riding her bike wearing a dress and I had split second of jealousy thinking, gosh, I don’t do that nearly enough. I’ve forgotten that as one of life’s very simple graces. Her dress was an in-between-season floral, a saucy but modest length, and tucked under herself juuust so to ensure a safe but carefree ride. How would you explain to someone how to ride a bike in a dress? Long but not too long. Step up, scoop just so, gently sit, ready your mind and your core, slow and steady to start, then just go for it… let it flow. There’s beauty to the small details and certainly an unspoken grace to us ladies (like how I lumped the rest of us in there?). In addition, there is jam in these yeasty rolls and...

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