I make this oatcake each year for Imbolc. I hope it brings you great joy. Think of it as the Irish equivalent of cornbread. Think of it as the sacred bread of a goddess-saint. Think of it as breakfast. Think of it as dessert. Think of it on your countertop, steaming defiantly in the face…
Month: January 2020
Why Pearl?
When I was a kid, I dreamed of freedom. I dreamt of leaving behind the rotten, soul-sucking gilded cage I was raised in for a place where people actually cared about each other in an honest way. I dreamt of a place where laws made to control me were replaced with procedures that honored each…