For the past, oh, two decades, I’ve stayed home, happily.
I’m not a believer in the eve. It makes so many people miserable. It’s an arbitrary date. Forced gaiety is not my thing.
I usually cook something comforting, drink some good bubbles, watch the ball drop and go to bed. I adore New Year’s day however, waking well and early with great energy for what’s ahead. Cooking another something comforting for my hangover-straggling-in friends. [Read more…]