So it's time for spice cake, a family recipe, from grandmother
to my mother to me. When I was young I hated it.
Raisins, nutmeg, pecans weren't my food groups.
Now I actually don't mind it. It's eggless, butterless- dense!
Not too sweet. Maybe a good kind of cake
for the darkening days. I'm listening to lots
of medieval Christmas tunes.
You can feel the cold seep into the castle.
The dark skies fold down around the village fires.
Why they sing and tell stories- to push back the winter.
Here's the spice cake - from my old spiral notebook
where I keep odd scraps of this-and-that recipes.