I’m sure you know the Mexican pan de muerto, but we have something similar in Northern Italy and I thought I’d give you the recipe today. Since I’m not much of a cook, it’s free to read to minimize my responsibility in any collateral damage.

Pride Month
Pride Month 2025 – Words of the Day
As Blossoms Fall: The Poetry of Ephemeral Love in Nanshoku Ōkagami “Their sleeves were soaked with tears, not from shame, but from knowing they had only this one night. In the garden, plum blossoms were falling—each petal a sigh, each gust a farewell.”— Ihara Saikaku,
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