Pumpkin Spice White Russian
I’ll never forget the first chilly October evening I kicked off my slippers, wrapped up in a fuzzy blanket, and sipped the most magical pumpkin spice White Russian I’d ever put together. You know those moments when it’s dark by 6pm, the porch smells like fallen leaves, and you just NEED something cozy in a glass? That was it. (My husband wandered in, tried a sip, and grinned, “Tastes like fall in a mug—and I don’t even like pumpkin.”) Now it’s our go-to fall cocktail, right when we swap iced coffees for cinnamony lattes and start plotting our Thanksgiving …










