Mince pie, anyone?

“I’ve made my stollen already,” declared Karin over dinner last Thursday. We’d been invited to Katrin and Andy’s for a Swiss evening and were busily piling salami and raw vegetables into baby-sized frying pans (I just wrote ‘baby frying pans’ and thought against it – I mean, who’d want to fry a baby?) before adding … More Mince pie, anyone?