WELCOME
NO MATTER YOUR religious sentiments, there is one word that comes to mind at Easter (other than chocolate), and that is joy. Joy that Feb Fast is over (I lasted one day). Joy that green smoothies are out and hot chocolate is in. The joy of a new season arriving, with pantries that overflow with autumnal produce, and the prospect of making pastry or cooking for days feels cosy and cathartic rather than a sweltering summer chore. The joy of a warm fragrant tart or pie, packed with ripe fruit, or a baked-from-scratch batch of hot cross buns, or the pleasure of crafting a menu for a long lunch with family and friends. Joy is even a hashtag that doesn’t make me cringe. Mostly. Nothing puts a smile on your…