"All this he saw, for one moment breathless and intense, vivid on the morning sky; and still, as he looked, he lived; and still, as he lived, he wondered."

― Kenneth Grahame, The Wind in the Willows

#Spooktober 28: Bread of the Dead

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.
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