Cakes and Breads

During the long summer vacations spent on the New England shore when I was a boy, I used to like to stay in bed late in the mornings. Late, that is, except when I knew my father was up early making his favourite breakfast: home-made baking powder biscuits and his own particular brand of rich breakfast coffee. My father was an early riser, and joining him for breakfast meant getting up before seven. But it was worth it. I still remember those summer mornings, sitting by the kitchen stove so that we could take biscuit by biscuit out of the pan as they became ready.