I come from a long line of German women who feel compelled to produce baked goods pretty much nonstop from October to January. I'm not even fudging this fact a bit. I refer to the phenomenon as "extreme baking," or the condition during which our collective kitchens are completely dusted with flour and sugar, all of our tupperware containers have been filled with sweets and handed over to neighbors, and our feet ache from standing over too many mixing bowls, yet we continue to bake without ceasing. I suffer from the condition, and I don't even have a sweet tooth.
