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There is a moment in early December when the world feels suspended between the last of autumn’s glow and the […]

There is a specific, singular smell that means Christmas to me. It’s not pine, or cookies, but the spicy, molasses-rich

I have a confession. I am that person. The one who starts plotting Christmas in October, who delights in the

I still remember the first time I tried to make a chiffon cake. The sponge collapsed mid-bake, and I swore

Oh, cara mia, flash back with me to that scorched July in Rome—me, 25 and furious, fresh off a screaming