Category : Dessert

It was one of those icy winter mornings in Newfoundland when the air nipped at your nose the moment you stepped outside. My husband was...

One Christmas Eve during the 90s, when my children were still young and wide-eyed with excitement, I brought out a tin of homemade toffee I...

It was a snowy Saturday morning in early December, the kind where the house smells like cinnamon and the radio hums softly with carols. My...

The morning before Christmas Eve last year, my kitchen was alive with a quiet hum—the soft whir of the mixer, the crackle of the oven...

Last December, as the snow began to fall outside our kitchen window, I was surrounded by the laughter of my grandchildren and the scent of...