Cozy Slow Cooker Wassail with Cinnamon Sticks
The plumber was fixing the garbage disposalโagainโwhen he started talking about wassail. I was leaning against the counter, half-listening to the hum of his tools, … Read more
The plumber was fixing the garbage disposalโagainโwhen he started talking about wassail. I was leaning against the counter, half-listening to the hum of his tools, … Read more
It was 10:47 PM on a random Tuesday, and I needed something sparkly. Not a full-blown party, not even a glass of wineโjust something that … Read more
My brother-in-law, a man who once claimed hot chocolate was “for kids and people who’ve given up on real flavor,” had been dodging my Champurrado … Read more
Marta, the woman who runs the little spice shop on Elm Street, watched me stare at a bottle of Irish cream liqueur for a solid … Read more
I was standing in the frozen food aisle at the grocery store last Tuesday when it hit me โ that specific, almost-but-not-quite familiar smell of … Read more
There used to be a tiny, always-steamy cafe tucked behind a laundromat on the corner of 24th and Mission in San Francisco that made the … Read more
My neighbor, Mrs. Kowalski, wasn’t trying to impress anyone. I’d stopped by to borrow a cup of sugar on a cold December afternoon, and the … Read more
Introduction My neighbor Marisol wasn’t trying to impress anyone. I’d stopped by to borrow a ladder on a rainy Tuesday afternoon, and this warm, sweet … Read more
My neighbor Jenna asked me why I couldn’t just throw everything in a slow cooker and walk away. I was in the middle of explaining … Read more
My neighbor Mark asked why I couldn’t just skip the tempering and pour the hot milk straight into the eggs. I started to explain why … Read more