Growing up, Christmas morning meant having stollen. While the memory of such won’t send a shiver down my spine as, say, trying to force myself to eat just one more bite of Brussels sprouts (bitter is not my forte) would, it also isn’t…
After posting some photos last week, a few friends half-jokingly suggested I should send them a batch. And I would have. Except that I didn’t make enough of those hefty ancho chile truffles to send out. Thus, I was inspired to create a second…