Drinks

Last spring, I was stuck in a three-hour car ride with my brother-in-law, who is an accountant. Not just any accountant—the kind who brings his … Read more

My brother claimed to hate apple cider for thirty-two years. Thirty-two years of watching the rest of us sip steaming mugs of the stuff at … Read more

There used to be a little Halloween pop-up bar in downtown Portland called The Cauldron that made the most incredible punch. When they closed after … Read more

She wasn’t trying to impress anyone. I’d stopped by my neighbor Brenda’s house on a drizzly Tuesday afternoon to return her tupperware, and then it … Read more

There used to be a tiny coffee shop on a side street near my old apartment—the kind of place with mismatched chairs and a chalkboard … Read more

I was standing in the party aisle at the grocery store last October, staring at a bag of plastic spider rings, when a memory hit … Read more

This was supposed to be a sophisticated dinner party dessert. I had it all planned out—a creamy orange panna cotta with a Grand Marnier swirl, … Read more

My neighbor across the hall, a woman named Clara who keeps her door slightly ajar so the smell of cinnamon can wander out, watched me … Read more

There used to be this tiny tapas place tucked away on a side street in Charleston called The Gilded Cork. It wasn’t fancy—scratched wooden tables, … Read more

I’m not supposed to play favorites with recipes, but this one caught me off guard. I mean, I’ve been making coffee at home for years—pour-overs, … Read more