The smell of my childhood Christmases is the smell of shortbread. I guess it must be nearly here because my house is filled with the scent of baking sugar, butter and flour.
Friends and family, house and home, arts and crafts. These days it's all about the evolution of our urban farmhouse, the fulfillment of a dream that takes us to the country, step by step.
2 comments:
Oh my Goodness, you're making me so hungry. I think I'll have to break out my recipe for banana bread.
So much pre-Christmas activity is making me see how lazy I am. Homemade shortcake! Yummy!
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