Drinks

There used to be a little apple orchard turned cider house tucked away on a back road just outside of town, the kind of place … Read more

Our accountant, Mr. Henderson, was the last person I expected to school me on dessert. For three years, I’d seen him only in the context … Read more

The pitcher was empty before the fire pit had even burned down to embers. My sister-in-law, holding the last ice cube in her glass, looked … Read more

The dry ice fog was spilling over the edge of the punch bowl and my neighbor Karen was trying to convince me the bubbles were … Read more

Sunday evening, deep into November, and the only thing I wanted was a mug of something that smelled like the season I could never quite … Read more

The Halloween party was in four hours and I’d completely forgotten I was supposed to bring the punch. Not just any punch, mind you—something festive, … Read more

I wasn’t expecting cocktail advice from my accountant, but there I was, sitting in his cluttered office during tax season, listening to him describe exactly … Read more

There used to be a tiny, dimly lit bar on the corner of Elm and 4th called The Cauldron that made a sangria so good … Read more

Introduction The power went out about an hour into my daughter’s Halloween party. I was standing there, surrounded by seven-year-old ghosts and princesses, holding a … Read more

My neighbor, Dave, asked why I couldn’t just dump everything in the slow cooker and let it go. I was trying to show him how … Read more