On Sunday morning Aunt Deb, Uncle Al and I sat at their kitchen table and enjoyed warm scones from the oven. The sun was shining brightly into the kitchen, and when I turned my head left I looked out onto their backyard, one where I could see so many memories . I could see their pool, summer bbq’s, chasing Sandy, their dog, my mom, dad, brothers and cousin Danielle. I could see our family and holidays spent together. There’s a beauty to time and loving as we’re alive to give. There’s a gift that’s so nurturing, to give and to receive.
Read MoreWhen the mood strikes and I want to bake I have no choice but to apron up and turn on the oven. There’s something about gray days and time spent in my tiny Queens apartment that warrants baking and a vibrancy that can only come from making a cake from scratch. Gone are the days where I wouldn’t bake because I feared eating the whole damn thing.
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