IN OUR BACKYARD: Christmas traditions create memories
Last weekend, a good friend and I donned our aprons for what’s become a cherished annual tradition: the Christmas baking weekend. Imagine two grown women turning a kitchen into a Christmas sprinkle covered war zone, laughing like kids, singing Christmas carols slightly off-key, and burning through every classic Christmas movie we could stream. The result? A mountain of goodies that could supply Santa’s workshop for a decade and an unspoken agreement that no calorie counts exist in December. Our husbands eagerly anticipate this event — not for the camaraderie, mind you, but for the ...