Spooning up goodness and holiday magic
Editor’s note: This is the fourth chapter of a 12-part continuing, fictional holiday tale that is running daily through Christmas. Parents are encouraged to read it aloud to their children.
Angelica practically ran home from school the next day, eager to get back to the bakery. Her mother had been adamant that they’d just been distracted and had stuck more cookies in the oven than they remembered. But Angelica wasn’t convinced, and she couldn’t wait to use the spoon again and test her theories.
“Angel, it’s freezing outside. Where’s your hat?” Faith asked the second Angelica burst through the door.
Angelica shrugged, shaking out her long hair, wet with melting snowflakes. “Emma Mitchell lost hers, and I have my old one from last year I can use.”
Faith kissed her head. “That was kind of you. Come into the kitchen, let’s get you warmed up.”
Angelica’s mouth dropped open when she entered the kitchen. “Wow, Mom, these are great.” She gently ran her finger over one of the gingerbread Christmas trees, meticulously frosted to look like an exact replica of the tree in their living room.
“Mom?” she asked, turning around when her mother didn’t answer. Faith was standing at the fridge, one hand on the open door and the other covering her open mouth.
Angelica rushed over. “Are you OK?”
Faith shook her head, pointing at the bowls of dough chilling in the fridge.
“I swear I put only one bowl of dough in here,” she said, her