It never mattered what time of year it was or whether or not we were having a good (or not so good) day. We could always count on grandpa having something warm and delicious in the oven. I remember all the cakes and cookies, the divinity and the best homemade bread ever made coming out of his kitchen. Now that I'm an "adult" my family says I have taken after him more than all 20 something of his grandkids, he is now passed but I try to keep him "alive" at least in my kitchen, espescially for the great-grandchildren who never met him.
-Aunt Jojo