The holiday potluck was in six hours and I’d completely forgotten. Everyone else would be bringing elaborate appetizers, homemade pies, and slow-cooked roasts. I had … Read more
I was standing in the middle of a hardware store last November — of all places — when a woman walked past me holding one … Read more
I wasn’t expecting cocktail advice from my accountant, but there I was, sorting through a mountain of receipts in late November, listening to him describe … Read more
My husband swore he hated Halloween cocktails. For years. “Too sweet, too gimmicky, too much work for one night,” he’d say every October while I … Read more
It was 11:47 PM on a random Wednesday in October, and I had a very specific craving for something spooky and sweet. I’d promised my … Read more
The first real cold snap of November hit like a wall. I was standing at the farmer’s market, hands wrapped around a paper cup of … Read more
This was supposed to be a fancy French 75. I had the gin, the champagne, the lemon—everything laid out on the counter like I was … Read more
My sister asked why I couldn’t just toss everything in the slow cooker and let it do the work. I started to explain why that … Read more
I swore I wasn’t a wassail person. For years, I’d side-eye those big slow cookers full of spiced cider at holiday parties, thinking it was … Read more
I was standing in the spice aisle of our local grocery store last Tuesday—a completely ordinary errand, nothing special—when the person next to me dropped … Read more
