’Tis the season for gift guides and mall car parks, for emergency vet visits to get the tinsel out of the cat and for absolutely refusing to roast chestnuts on open fires. As the magic of Christmas washes over us with the force of an All Blacks’ front row, it’s time to embrace the warmth and abundance the holidays offer. This year I’m going to manifest all that compulsory joy by channelling Nigella, Martha Stewart, Donna Reed… mull
