Sunday morning dawned clear and cold, with the rare appearance of the Alaska sun.
Despite the dreaded "spring forward" time change, I leapt out of bed and ran downstairs to start baking.
The occasion? Tea and strumpets.
Yes, you read that right. I do not mean tea and crumpets. My friend Arlitia was holding a small tea party for a pretty kick-ass group of women at her house that morning. Her tea selection was startling: