I wish for everyone a short moment of peace, the smallest flicker of happiness, and some connection around a table today, no matter what is being served. Merry Christmas - and every sentiment that phrase offers; peace on earth, goodwill to all.

And now it’s time to make the wassail. (My mother’s tradition, Joy of Cooking p. 68. It’s the strangest thing you will every drink - baked apples floating in a frothy punch bowl of hot sherry and beaten eggwhites. Don’t judge.)