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I miss White Russians. I used to make them in my basement apartment in Des Moines, using half-and-half instead of milk or regular cream because I was indecisive. I'd make them with three or four shots of vodka and have three in a night and stumble around my basement apartment in Des Moines. I lived there only for three months back in 2010, one of the coldest winters on record there. The basement was cold, but the creamy, strong beverages and doubled-up comforters kept me warm as I adapted to life in a new place.

I left Des Moines in 2011, 13 months after I moved out of that basement apartment, to return to the East Coast. I haven't had a White Russian since.