The Farewitch of Foxe Holler Quotes

“I steel my nerves, take a few breaths, grounding myself in the comforting buttery atmosphere. Strong as cast iron. I let the peace and quiet of the kitchen work its own charm. Food is magic, and so is alone time.”
― Ellen Pauley Goff, The Farewitch of Foxe Holler

“I cut the cornbread into plump golden bricks on a tray. In the hands of a Farewitch, cornbread can cure the common cold or general under-the-weather malaise. Mom has a stunning recipe with an old incantation to go along with it that makes the bread particularly buttery and makes it work faster than unregulated Sudafed.”
― Ellen Pauley Goff, The Farewitch of Foxe Holler

“I glance at the vaulted brick wall next to the oven, where hangs the Frost family’s vast collection of cast iron. Skillets and grill pans and cornbread molds in the shape of whole ears of corn dangle from the chipped brick, seasoned under generations of strong butter, stronger magic, and the strongest women. Despite the delightful floral aroma of the honeysuckle butter cooling over the nutty cornbread, my heart clenches.
I’d trade one of these priceless, magic-imbued skillets for my mom to be here with me right now. If only to see this batch of cornbread, which looks perfect, humility be damned. Rich gold crust to match everything else in this place.”
― Ellen Pauley Goff, The Farewitch of Foxe Holler

“I free two cast-iron skillets of cornbread from the oven just in time and leave them to cool. Frost women do not burn their cornbread. With a pastry brush, I Van Gogh some honeysuckle butter onto the perfectly golden full moons.”
― Ellen Pauley Goff, The Farewitch of Foxe Holler

“The smell of butter hugs me the moment I slide into the peace of the kitchen. I inhale, nostrils greedy. Our neighbors and customers are important, sure. Our town has relied on the Frost family’s food and baking magic for decades, ever since the Holler was no more than a whisper. And a Farewitch is nothing without a town, without the folks who depend on her culinary cures.
But the kitchen… I might not be the Farewitch my mom is, but the kitchen is home.”
― Ellen Pauley Goff, The Farewitch of Foxe Holler

“Beauregard Buchanan is a beauty of a standard poodle, his midnight fur like licorice candy and as glossy as the glaze on my jam cake.”
― Ellen Pauley Goff, The Farewitch of Foxe Holler

“I pass a still-warm honey bourbon bread pudding over the head of the chatty old woman to the man behind her, for his insomnia.”
― Ellen Pauley Goff, The Farewitch of Foxe Holler