"It was November – the month of crimson sunsets, parting birds, deep, sad hymns of the sea, passionate wind-songs in the pines." - L.M. Montgomery Colder weather brings about this great desire in me to keep my kitchen warm, with the oven lights glaring red and the sink overflowing with measuring cups, spoons and mixing bowls with signs of sticky dough and sweet...
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