It’s 2 days before Christmas, late at night. My daughter, Alli, and I are working late to finish up Christmas Eve orders for pick-up in the morning. It’s quiet in the bakery except for my Pandora station playing some of my favorite carols from “back in the day”. I’m putting together cake rolls for some orders. A memory immediate springs to mind of being a young girl in Grandma Finley’s kitchen. She’s making a jelly roll, much like I’m doing right now. I remember watching her turn it out onto the tea towel and rolling it up. After a little while, she unrolls it and spreads jam all over it.…