Kit Whitfield's Blog

  How To Make Pumpkin Seed Brittle My journey as a baker is deeply rooted in my love of family and home. I first encountered this recipe goi...

  Moon Since I troubled the wolves, they made me wear the moon in my eyes. There’s only one day of the month, full moon, where I can see wit...

  Fish They say in my village that this is how Stupid John died. Or sometimes they do; Stupid John dies many deaths in many stories. But my ...

Book When the angry mob broke down his door, they discovered how a man could keep a book locked within bird-cages.  Robert Watts was not sup...

  Lonely  The oak wasn’t always lonely, but after the goblins moved in the other trees picked up their roots and walked away.  They didn’t g...

  Phone There’s a number you can dial if you have a secret. Of course nobody answers; that’s the game. In this area code you have to dial at...

  Great Horned The chickens were beautiful: copper feathers edged in snow, with mad blood-red eyes gazing at us in hopes of a treat. Jill an...