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