Edible Boston: How to drink around Boston when you’re not drinking
A few days after my 40th birthday, I had my last drink of alcohol. There was no rock bottom. It was a well-mixed peach Old-Fashioned, made with fondly gifted bourbon, served in good company on a quiet night. But somehow I knew it would be my last; the days that followed turned to months, and that was it. Around the time you read this story, many more people will be thinking about trying out their own “Dry January.” Some of them will decide that they like how it goes, and will continue to see what exists in the space beyond alcohol.
