Marching

Truth: the cake pictured above is not the cake featured in this week's Called to the Table column. But it is similar, as all good booze chiffons are.

We are marching through the month, appropriately enough. But I don't want to speed through life. I don't want to shake winter off my coat and boots before I've had a chance to build a village of snow people. It isn't yet time for cold pressed coffee and charcoal grills.

Yesterday I wore shorts and we leashed up the cats and went for a walk.

"March is the snowiest month," I remind everyone.