Initially, when January arrived, I would fall into the trap of over-ambitious meal plans. I would spend hours on Sunday night trying to cook five different, complex recipes,
In the past, I often found myself clutching a glass of plain club soda at holiday parties, feeling a little bit like an afterthought. I used to think
For a long time, the week between Christmas and New Year’s felt like a battle against my own refrigerator. I used to find myself staring at half-empty jars
When I first started hosting dinner parties, my appetizer strategy was largely dictated by the frozen food aisle. I would put out trays of puff pastry, fried snacks,
