Drinks

My neighbor wasn’t throwing a Halloween party. I’d stopped by to return a casserole dish and the scent of warm cinnamon and clove hit me … Read more

There used to be a little wine bar tucked behind a vintage bookstore in Portland that made a Halloween sangria I still dream about. It … Read more

I wasn’t expecting cooking advice from my accountant, but there I was, knee-deep in tax receipts, watching him pour a bottle of cheap apple cider … Read more

My friend Jen asked why I couldn’t just dump everything in the slow cooker and walk away. I was mid-explanation about why that wouldn’t work—something … Read more

I was standing in the middle of the spice aisle at my local grocery store last October, staring at a jar of cinnamon sticks, when … Read more

There used to be a tiny farm-to-table place tucked behind an apple orchard in upstate New York called The Gilded Pear that made a punch … Read more

I was standing in the produce aisle last Tuesday, trying to remember if I needed more kale (I did not), when this smell hit me. … Read more

That first crisp snap of a Honeycrisp apple in late September—the kind that echoes through the kitchen before you even take a bite—still takes me … Read more

My husband swore he hated eggnog for fifteen years. Fifteen years. He’d make this face—you know the one—every time a carton appeared in the grocery … Read more

The annual neighborhood cookie swap was in four hours and I’d completely forgotten. Everyone else would be bringing their grandmother’s legendary shortbread, perfectly piped gingerbread … Read more