Chapter Seven
“So. Exactly what are we doing here? What is this tradition?” Nick sat at the breakfast bar next to Jamie, who was slumped on one of the bar-height chairs painstakingly writing on a colored notepad.
Grace looked up from where she sat on the other side of the counter, putting each cookie into a decorated paper bag and stapling the bag shut with one of Jamie’s notes in place. She’d had a couple of sips of the rather strong toddy Nick had mixed for her, but the rest had gone cool in her mug.
“It’s from our Irish and Scottish ancestors who settled these mountains. It might even be Celtic in origin. Long before there was trick or treating, back in medieval times, children would go door to door begging for these, not candy,” Grace explained.
“But why soul cake? They look like c
