2013. I have to admit, I’m superstitious about 13, black cats, leaning ladders, the works. I’ve held my breath through each day of this 13th year of this millenium. Each day that isn’t horrendous comes as sweet relief. That said, I have been doing everything I can to encourage any good that may come. My first step was to make the pictured New Year’s log, a fallen souffle filled with fresh whipped cream and rolled in powdered sugar and cocoa. As so far my method seems to be working, I’ll be thinking of more sweeteners as the year goes on . . .