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Hi Reader, There’s a moment every December when the kitchen quietly changes its tune. Not a full-blown Hallmark movie kind of thing. More like the sigh of cinnamon, the shushing of cold butter being grated, and the faint click of a wooden spoon finding its rhythm again. That feeling is what sparked this month’s special series: My 5 Days of Classic Christmas Cooking. The story behind itA while back, I tried to make every holiday dish I’d ever loved. The show-stoppers, the old-school crowd-pleasers, even the one my aunt insists “tastes like Christmas itself.” By Day 3, the sink was muttering threats, and I realized something important: the magic isn’t in doing it all. It’s in choosing the few that make the whole house smell like joy. This series grew out of that idea; one day, one classic, one deep breath at a time. Why it mattersBy the end of the week, you’ll have a lineup that feels both comforting and festive. A few longtime favorites, a dessert that winks back at you, something warm for the morning after the big day, and a cookie or two that know how to steal the spotlight. Mostly, you’ll end the week feeling ready. The good kind of ready. The kind where the table is inviting, the kitchen hums with warmth, and the season finally makes sense again. What you’ll getFive days. Five themes. All unmistakably David.
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