Sometimes, I get stuck on things. The same salad for lunch (spinach, berries, goat cheese, walnuts). The same, super comfortable, worn-in leather flat...
There are those dishes that instantly transport you to distant destinations, or the comforts of your childhood. Associations, as we call them, are w...
After my recent trip to Stellina, I can't stop thinking about bacon. Not just bacon--but little bits of smoky bacon trapped in pasta and accompanied b...
This is my new favorite weekend breakfast. A big bowl of nutty, warm quinoa, tenderly soaked in milk, fragranced with cinnamon and honey, and stud...
Sometimes, you take a wrong turn, and end up hiking twelve miles in five hours on a day when you anticipated hiking for two hours and eating oysters. ...
Fish tacos. Do they make you wish you were sitting on a beach in Mexico, sipping on a Corona with lime? The first time I tried fish tacos was, nat...
Ever since the farmer's market came to my hood, I've been making fantastic discoveries. Most of the time, I'll pick up a vegetable I've never prepared...
There's something that always seems to pull me into hidden little nooks and crannies. Whether they be alleys--each with unique personalities (boistero...
I took a yoga class tonight and at some point between desperately trying to avoid doing a full wheel and blissfully enjoying the five or so minutes of...
Days like we've been having lately tend to transport all of us to our childhoods. It's hard to remember that it's summer when you're stuck in an air...
What are you up to this weekend? I will be catching up with some old friends, enjoying this glorious sunshine that San Francisco has bestowed upon us,...