The Season has changed.

I have been requested inside. A melancholy moment of seasons passing. Gardens are now brown and crunchy underfoot and the wind has a chill to it.There is a moment for each of us, here in New England when we know its time, the moment has come, to hurry inside and huddle through the winter’s cold.

And Holiday time approaches as well. This is the time of year when people who never baked, never cooked, and have never seen a cookie press, spring forward onto a new enthusiatic path of discovery. They learn what baking powder does and more importantly they learn that cooking is more gracefully survived when one wears an Apron.

I hear new things are being created in the studio upstairs. It is time for us to join them there.

Warm Regards,

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