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Halloween has come and gone, and Thanksgiving is on the horizon. In wardrobe speak, this means that winter isn’t just coming, it’s pretty much here. Temperatures are dropping fast, and we’re layering up even faster, starting with the winter dress. The winter dress is not that much different from the fall dress, just add some extra weight and/or fabric so it’ll stand the test of snow, sleet, or whatever else the season throws at you. Think sweater-like materials and Yuletide prints, long sleeves, and high necks. But how to know which frock is a fit for you as you step...

— Recommendations are independently chosen by Reviewed’s editors. Purchases you make through our links may earn us a commission.Thanksgiving is quickly approaching, which means you’ve likely already begun thinking about all the delicious dishes that will soon be crowding your kitchen table. But the real question is: Have you thought about all the items you’ll need to bring those dishes to life? This year, thanks to shipping delays and supply chain issues, last-minute planning is one mistake you won’t want to make. Thankfully, shopping for said essentials now doesn’t have to be some big stressful event. All you have to...

The original figgy pudding, created sometime in the 1400s, was a dish of dried figs, dates, raisins, and spices boiled in almond milk. Also called plum pudding – despite the fact it contains no plums whatsoever – this steamed or boiled pudding was first recorded as Christmas Pudding in 1858 in a novel by British author Anthony Trollope. The name is probably derived from the substitution of raisins for dried plums as an ingredient in pies during medieval times. In the sixteenth and seventeenth centuries, dishes made with raisins retained the term “plum,” and in the Victorian era, Christmas plum...

To understand the slippery nature of bliss, to glimpse a stress-free manifestation of fleeting euphoria, I would direct your attention to Bill Walton at a Grateful Dead concert. The ancient Buddhists called this state “the divine abode.” Modernity might consider the NBA Hall of Famedr as having fallen into the zone – a serotonin-rich wonderland where time is suspended, every shot is all net, and no lifelong synapse destruction can impair one’s flawless recollection of the lyrics to “Scarlet Begonias/Fire on the Mountain.” For three hours, Walton’s fists pump, his head bobbles a groovy “amen,” his smile beams with such...

To understand the slippery nature of bliss, to glimpse a stress-free manifestation of fleeting euphoria, I would direct your attention to Bill Walton at a Grateful Dead concert. The ancient Buddhists called this state “the divine abode.” Modernity might consider the NBA Hall of Famedr as having fallen into the zone – a serotonin-rich wonderland where time is suspended, every shot is all net, and no lifelong synapse destruction can impair one’s flawless recollection of the lyrics to “Scarlet Begonias/Fire on the Mountain.” For three hours, Walton’s fists pump, his head bobbles a groovy “amen,” his smile beams with such...