One of the things I cherish most about Europe, are its enchanting Christmas markets. The glittering lights, the hum of a bewildered crowd, the smell of candied almonds and chestnuts roasting, and of course: the mulled wine. Mulled wine is to the Winter, what ice cream is to the summer: an ephemeral nostalgic pleasure. Continue reading “Homemade Mulled Wine”
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