Christmas means a lot of things to a lot of people, but in my house, where Alex and another couple of roommates are singers, Christmas means gigs, and lots of them. (I guess people just want extra music in their lives around Christmas. Go figure!) It’s a fantastic time, but because of all the gigs, I frequently have to fend for myself at dinner. Fortunately, I enjoy a little bit of solitary time, and cooking for one definitely has its charms. For instance, I have lately been craving salad. Yes, salad. Not exactly your most craveable food, but maybe it’s…
A couple of weeks ago, as my roommates and I gathered together to trim our tree and turn our apartment into a veritable winter wonderland, I stumbled upon the box of Christmas paraphernalia that I always seem to forget about: my collection of Christmas mugs. I know the fact that I forget about them doesn’t make a particularly strong case for this, but I’m pretty sure that Christmas mugs are my favorite part of the Christmas season, or close to it. And that’s always been the case. Even when I was in elementary school, and the days before Christmas just…