December was about baking and sharing.
A blizzard was howling when the guests arrived to Mallory’s end of NaNoWriMo party, but our wood stove kept us warm and toasty inside. David and I enjoyed the company of the parents while the kids discussed their novels.
Pretzels and pumpkin brownies that we brought to a potluck made for a tempting presentation, and last summer’s cherries went into a Christmas pie. I finally learned the secret of making a good and flaky pie crust. We shipped pumpkin fudge to family, and Skyped on Christmas Eve. An afternoon with friends provided conversation, cocoa, and playing cards.
David and I went snowshoeing and listened to the quiet of a winter’s day.
