A frostiness in the night air, a crackling fire in the grate (at the pub if not at home), smells wafting through the house that perk up your nostrils and prompt a sigh. We’re talking spices, gently mulling wine or cider and the clean scent of fresh pine when you bring a real tree inside and saw off a few straggly branches. These are the moments that herald Christmas. Time to lay an extra place or two at the table…
The five-minute festive tipple: almond milk eggnogSERVES 2