Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Oat Scones
Thursday, January 20, 2011
Scoop-and-Bake Dinner Rolls
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Aunt Jane's Peanut Butter Cake
Over Christmas, we went to be with my parents and sister in the home I grew up in. A hoar frost had just come through and as we climbed higher and higher into the hills, the scenery became increasingly frosted and white. It was so still and blazingly white, it seemed as if any breath of wind would shatter the landscape to pieces. Snow coated every tree and laced every branch. The road was simply a pathway of pure white, embanked with mounds of delightful, frozen stuff. I, of course, became increasingly excited as we rounded the corner and my childhood home came into view. I couldn't wait to see my family, to make delicious desserts together and to sit by the fire and laugh at the white weather falling outside.
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