Three Sisters Divided Over a Limestone Bakery Built in Nineteen Sixty-Eight

his initials into the pine supports fifty years ago.

Sarah came back inside, her boots clicking against the concrete floor as she carried a fresh stack of metal baking pans.

“We need to start the vanilla sponges for the afternoon orders,” she said, setting the pans on the table.

“The recipes are on the first page of the book,” I said. “Use the larger continue reading …