There are many treats this time of year, and their appearance in cafés and shops always takes me back to the time I spent working in a bakery. Thousands of mince pies, precariously piled on racks to cool from the oven, dark evenings spent prepping pastry, dough, fillings, and marzipan, even darker mornings engulfed by the smell of melted butter, mace, a…
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