The moment he’s gone, I race to the kitchen. I have precisely two hours and fifty-eight minutes to attempt something I’ve never done before—make Christmas Eve dinner. Well, attempt to make Christmas Eve dinner. I’ve got backup reservations at three different restaurants, but I’m determined to at least try the whole domestic goddess thing. How hard can it be? Two hours later, I’ve learned several important life lessons: Cooking videos make everything look deceptively easy. Setting off the smoke alarm once means Knox will appear in full tactical gear. Setting it off twice means the entire
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