Category : Drink

Last winter, my grandson Ethan came over one chilly afternoon, red-cheeked and shivering after sledding down the hill behind our house. I could see that...

A few weeks ago, I was sitting by the window watching the first light snowfall of the season. My husband, Harold, had just come in...

Last December, I found myself in the church basement kitchen with a group of volunteers, surrounded by trays of cookies, the hum of conversation, and...

A few winters back, during a quiet evening at our cabin in the mountains, I decided to experiment with a dessert that felt both comforting...

A few Christmases ago, my grandson Leo, who was eight at the time, looked up from his cup of milk and sighed, “Grandma, why do...

The kitchen smelled like citrus and pine that evening, the kind of scent that instantly says “holiday season.” My daughter had come over to help...