Our Homemade Limoncello Is Wayyy Easier Than You’d Expect

There’s a lot to love about Kachka: A Return to Russian Cooking by Bonnie Frumkin Morales—our most recent Piglet champion!—but one thing excited me most: vodka. Which, if you know me, doesn’t make any sense. Because I hate vodka. Or I thought I did.

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There’s a lot to love about Kachka: A Return to Russian Cooking by Bonnie Frumkin Morales—our most recent Piglet champion!—but one thing excited me most: vodka. Which, if you know me, doesn’t make any sense. Because I hate vodka. Or I thought I did.

Kachka’s first chapter is all about vodka—or, more specifically, infusing it. Tarragon, horseradish, chamomile, cacao nib, cranberry, strawberry. From Morales’s perspective, the possibilities are practically endless: “Alcohol is the perfect vehicle to both preserve and amplify flavors,” she writes.

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The Spirit of 2022 Is Jagermeister—Yes, Really

My first encounter with Jägermeister was a summer in college, working as a shot girl at a bar called Coconuts. Technically, Coconuts was a seafood restaurant in Dewey Beach, Delaware that transformed into a dark and dank dance hall on weekend nights. M…

My first encounter with Jägermeister was a summer in college, working as a shot girl at a bar called Coconuts. Technically, Coconuts was a seafood restaurant in Dewey Beach, Delaware that transformed into a dark and dank dance hall on weekend nights. My job was to fill a spongy tray with test tubes of the holy trinity of college booze—Jäger, Goldschlager, and Sambuca—and carry it around the room selling shots to sweaty, already-drunk patrons.

I hated the taste of Jägermeister, a punishment to the esophagus. And I haven’t had it since.

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When You Can’t Eat Any More, Drink a Digestif

You’ve been sitting for the last four hours, gleefully tucking into the parade of heavy, gravy-bathed foods crowding the table. Festive spirit and general mirth abound, but your stomach, well, it’s starting to cry uncle. The last thing in the world you…

You’ve been sitting for the last four hours, gleefully tucking into the parade of heavy, gravy-bathed foods crowding the table. Festive spirit and general mirth abound, but your stomach, well, it’s starting to cry uncle. The last thing in the world you want at such a moment is to pour one more thing into your strained digestive system.

But, consider taking a page from the playbook of merrymakers through the ages, and instead of giving up, reaching for a digestif.

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