Memories of Christmas at my Grandmother’s house aren’t complete without the smell of spiced Wassail wafting through the house. It was this time last year that she passed away, but when I make this recipe it feels like she’s in the kitchen with me. Her kind spirit, her quiet and sweet temperament, her closed-mouth smile. She would help me sew on her ancient sewing machine in the basement and always let me thread the needle. The whole family, aunts, uncles and cousins would have Sunday lunch at her house, and she’d always have a ham and make green jello salad. These are the strongest memories I have of her.
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