RecipeMuncher

I’ve always felt that there’s something strangely stage-like about winter.  Leaves or snow line the streets like props and the heavy gray sky closes in, becoming more ceiling than expanse.  Footsteps echo louder on the cold asphalt, and bundled beneath layers of clothing, I find myself observing more than interacting.  In these most monochrome days, a shot of color is always welcome. This is another old family recipe, one that my grandmother learned from her mother.  I trie (...)