Holiday Bread

I am haunted...by the memory of a buttery bread filled with dried fruit and almond paste... a Czech Christmas tradition made by my Grandmother who refused to write her recipes down.  "Come and watch me make them, and write them down yourself, " she said.  But I lived in Nashville and she lived in Io...

Home for the Holidays

Holidays in the time of CoVid-19... no family visits, no cookie exchanges, no caroling...(although I might try going around our neighborhood with the ukulele as the Masked Caroler...)We put up a tiny tree on the dining room table with Christmas cards underneath. And  put lights in the ...