Weekend Pause, 12.23.18
December 23, 2018

Weekend Reading | The Full Helping

Happy Sunday, friends! I finished up my clinicals on Friday, and life is good. I’ve also got the cold/malaise situation that I typically develop at the end of a busy semester, so I’m taking this afternoon off to rest and drink tea.

While I’ve been too tired to do much, I haven’t been too tired to bake, and I’ve got a delicious new snack cake recipe coming to you tomorrow—and some great article links for next weekend.

For today, so much love.

xo

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  1. Congratulations on finishing up your clinicals, and on letting yourself rest– something it’s easy to push aside around this time of year. I read all the posts & don’t comment often; but I wanted to stop by& thank you for a year of great recipes and articles, and to wish you a peaceful, lovely holiday. –Mari

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