Something to Prove (Or How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bun)

Hot cross buns

A confession, to begin with – appropriate, given the season. This is not a story of how I stopped worrying. It wouldn’t take a psychiatrist to determine that, in the last two years, I have used baking as a crutch, or a crude therapy. I have written previously about how pastries and breads and curds have helped me in times of mourning and misery and panic. I have been grounded by baking. But for a long time, I was scared of bread.

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You Do Make Friends with Salad

I know, I know. There are two problems with this ‘recipe’:

1. It is a salad. At Christmas. And I’m going to tell you that this will fill you with sparkle and festive spirit. I know; and

2. It is a salad. A recipe for a salad. I have the temerity, the GALL to give you a recipe for a salad. I know.

But here’s why neither of those things are a problem:

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