Well, it’s December again. Which means I’ve found myself back on the couch, wrapped in a heated blanket and devouring Hallmark movies like it’s my day job.
I went to a Fleetwood Mac concert last night with some girlfriends and had such an incredible time. The concert was perfect because everyone sat the whole time which I truly love, because I didn’t have to awkwardly shuffle my feet and point my finger like I do when I’m trying to dance. Instead I got to sit and gently tap my finger to the beat which felt very on brand for me. Stevie also did a version of “Landslide” with Neil Finn that reduced me to a sobbing puddle on the floor of the Forum, mixed with sticky popcorn and gum and everything. It was all wonderful.
Besides eating soft salted pretzels at large music venues while silently crying to ballads about the curse of my own immortality, one of my favorite things to do this time of year is to make a batch of mulled cider. It makes me feel like Stevie Nicks, and I wrap myself with yet another throw blanket and twirl around my kitchen like I’m performing “Gold Dust Woman” to a stadium of 17, 000 people as I sprinkle cloves and cinnamon sticks into my cauldron on the stove. Mulled cider is one of those things you can make for a cozy night in, for a dinner party or even a gathering of your coven. Most of the time I find myself making a batch when I’m in the middle of cleaning, so that I can smell the bright oranges and warm spices as they fill up my house. During this time I’m also definitely singing the chorus of “Rhiannon” on repeat.
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