Easy Slow Cooker Peppermint Hot Chocolate
I was folding laundry last Tuesday—just regular socks, nothing special—when the smell of peppermint hit me from somewhere. A candle? A hand lotion? I looked … Read more
I was folding laundry last Tuesday—just regular socks, nothing special—when the smell of peppermint hit me from somewhere. A candle? A hand lotion? I looked … Read more
My neighbor, Mrs. Garza, had sworn she hated champurrado for thirty years. Thirty years, you guys. She said it was too gritty, too heavy, and … Read more
I was standing in line at the hardware store—of all places—on a random Tuesday in December, holding a bag of lightbulbs and a new shower … Read more
My neighbor wasn’t trying to impress anyone. She was just making eggnog. I’d stopped by to borrow a ladder—mine had mysteriously vanished after the last … Read more
My friend Maria watched me fumbling with a bag of cocoa powder at the community garden potluck sign-up sheet. She didn’t say anything at first, … Read more
The holiday potluck was in four hours and I’d completely forgotten. Everyone else would be bringing elaborate casseroles, perfectly frosted cookies, and those fancy cheese … Read more
I was supposed to be making mulled wine for our annual holiday open house. The plan was simple—a classic red wine simmered with oranges and … Read more
My neighbor Karen had sworn off hot chocolate for years. “Too watery,” she’d say, or “it’s just sugar and disappointment.” She was pretty vocal about … Read more
I was standing in the middle of a grocery store aisle last November when the smell hit me—not from the pumpkin display or the candle … Read more
I was at the hardware store last October, of all places, trying to find a specific size of PVC pipe for a costume project that … Read more