Sandhiya

My mom used to make eggnog every December, thick and spiced, the kind that coated your glass and left you

My grandmother used to say that Christmas morning isn’t complete without something warm, sweet, and just a little bit extra.

My daughter came home from school last December asking if we could “make cookies that taste like hot chocolate.” I

My sister calls me every December asking for the same thing – that candy cane bark I brought to her

My grandmother used to bake gingerbread cookies every December, and the smell alone could make the coldest winter day feel

My grandmother’s kitchen counter every December looked like Santa’s workshop exploded – flour everywhere, cookie cutters scattered, and that unmistakable