Because it is Pleasing to my Soul (or Breaking out the Big Mixer)

When I was a child, I associated my father with the making of certain specific foods.  He would produce occasional batches of what we called “New Orleans square doughnuts” throughout the year and do the cranking on homemade ice cream in summer.  Above all, though, bread-making was a favourite.  Both parents made bread, and we…

On Magnolias, Biscuits, Strangers, Cookbooks, and Grace

On some level, I knew we were not out of the pandemic woods here in Nova Scotia. There is too much traffic in and out to think that the mayhem of out west would not eventually come across our borders too. Yet, I’ll admit it was a bit of a blow to find out yesterday…