Man at Desk

Sugar, Cinnamon & 9-11 Minutes: Why It May be Healing

It's December! Christmas season is upon us in full force...Or is it?

For some reason (ahem 2020), this holiday season is fast approaching similar to any other yet the sense of urgency and the Home Alone esque anticipatory rush that precedes arguably

the most exciting and simultaneously stressful holiday of the year feels like it's slowed down and been muted.

The noticeable quiet has no way of overpowering or drowning out the hubbub of Christmas parties, walking decent treats next door to the neighbor, or (perhaps the most missed) warm holiday hugs that fill your cup to overflowing.

In our family, it's doubly affected by a change of seasons for an entirely different reason. In March, we lost my Grandpa (Papa), and though the season has felt odd entirely, it hits differently walking through TJMaxx finding things he would have LOVED.. and I no longer need to buy. We do have a couple of tribute presents, but more on those after Christmas morning.

So, here we are, sanitized and solitary (sounds like a terrible Netflix documentary). I figured, let's bake. Baking in our house is a bit of an undertaking because we choose not to eat dairy, wheat, or (most of all) processed sugar.

My Brain, "Let's find a holiday recipe & feed some nostalgia"

The Internet, "Your nostalgia lies in white sugar."