The memories are vivid. December weather in Southern California rarely fell below freezing temperatures, but there was still a crisp nip in the air as we piled into my dad’s car to make our yearly pilgrimage to the “Christmas House.” The tradition began when I was around eleven or twelve, around the time my dad...Read More
It’s the holiday season. Snow is falling. The air is crisp and cold. The smell of cinnamon and fresh pine needles fills my house. This is one of my favorite times of year. It’s also one of the best times of year for cozy cups of hot cocoa. My latest hot cocoa recipe is inspired...Read More
