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...the popovers and apricot marmalade my mum made for Christmas morning. One year when I was little, I walked through the snowy woods behind our Maine farmhouse with a basketful of warm popovers for our neighbors. Little red riding hood, minus the big bad wolf!

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I love this! Just so you know, you can show up at my door with a basked of warm popovers any time you like. :-)

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On my way!

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Still waiting... 😉

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