Mulled Wine Winter, you can wailyour wild windsabout my door,whine about the window!Do your worst to seal my fate.Within these wooden wallsthe fire glows inits cast iron grateand I prepare my antidote to your bellicose blast: mulled wine. I select a dark bottle from the cellar, sight unseen,bring it to the fire’s glow,turn the label … Continue reading Mulled Wine