Cozy Slow Cooker Wassail with Cinnamon Sticks
Jen wasn’t trying to impress anyone. I’d stopped by her place on a blustery December Tuesday to return a casserole dish she’d lent me months … Read more
Jen wasn’t trying to impress anyone. I’d stopped by her place on a blustery December Tuesday to return a casserole dish she’d lent me months … Read more
It was 11:47 PM on a random Tuesday in February, and I had a very specific craving for something thick, warm, and chocolatey. I didn’t … Read more
I was standing in line at my local hardware storeโof all placesโon a frantic Saturday morning, mentally running through my party prep list, when the … Read more
My neighbor, a woman named Carol who gardens in the rain and never raises her voice, had a long-held position. She claimed to hate hot … Read more
I had claimed to hate Irish cream for years. Honestly, I thought it was just a cloying, syrupy mess that masked the taste of any … Read more
I was standing in the checkout line at the grocery store last December, completely zoned out, when a woman behind me cracked open a can … Read more
I wasn’t supposed to be there that long. Iโd stopped by my neighbor Almaโs house to borrow a bag of ice for a cookout, and … Read more
This was supposed to be a last-minute mulled wine for a grown-up holiday gathering. I had the oranges, the cinnamon sticks, the whole clovesโeverything lined … Read more
This was supposed to be eggnog. I mean, that was the plan. It was December, I was in my tiny apartment kitchen, and I had … Read more
There used to be a tiny cafรฉ tucked behind a bookstore in my old neighborhood that made the most incredible hot chocolate. It wasn’t fancy … Read more