I have had to work hard to love winter as an adult, and so I find it intriguing that most of my favorite memories from my childhood involve being home in the wintertime.
One of my most vivid memories is from when I was around 6 years old. I remember wearing white stockings and sliding down the tiled hallways of my childhood home. It was winter, and the whole house was filled with the savory smell of sautéed mushrooms and meat simmering in gravy. It couldn’t have been past 4:30 p.m., but it was dark outside in upstate New York, and the bright lights inside made me feel like we were in some kind of cozy burrow.
