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How to make the perfect sponge. Snow. And a little wild sweetness.

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This is what I could see from the window when the sun came up this morning.

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No sun and no land. All white.  But more on that later.  First we need to discuss Christmas. As you know I am from New Zealand. Christmas in New Zealand means cold ham, cold roast beef, salads, huge bowls of leafy greens, maybe some  roast potatoes and roast kumara.  Beetroot jelly. Salmon Mousse.   That kind of thing. Every family has a different tradition. My mother was not a traditional kind of person.

I honestly cannot remember a recurring menu. Every year was something different.  But never heavy because it was summer and we lived by the beach. And you cannot swim on a full stomach you see. We had to wait an hour after eating to go back to the beach. It was torture. So, though we would have sat down to a…

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