Over the last two years, I have been researching the question of how to drink better without giving up alcohol entirely. A delightful byproduct of my research has been developing a happier relationship with my beloved candy.
A party done right can be a great gift for an introvert who would be especially unlikely to throw their own because they’ve been turned off by past traumas of piñata scrambles, forced karaoke, and the awkward 15-second during which a huge crowd is singing Happy Birthday at you.
To say that I was a bookworm as a child would be an understatement. I not only spent almost all of my discretionary time reading, I modeled my life after the heroines in my favorite novels. I wore bonnets and pinafores to school, insisted on drinking out of tin cups at meals, made molasses candy whenever it snowed, convinced my parents to put my desk in our unfinished attic (to simulate Jo's garret in Little Women), and founded a babysitters club and detective agency.