Our
poundcakes remind us of our Greek grandmothers,
avid bakers and matriarchs. In the old villages,
women would gather each week at a different home
whose homemaker's turn it was to have her woodburning
oven ready for all. Amid the gossip, they would
bake their varied cakes and as they emerged from
the clay and brick oven they would cover them
in perfumed syrup keeping them moist, and collapsingly
tender. Can you imagine the aroma wafting around
those homes?
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