I’ve reached the stress baking portion of quarantine. I haven’t quite made it to the sourdough starter and bread-baking stage. Nor have I inve...
Fate is a funny thing. I suppose I’ve always been the sort of person who believes in the inevitability of some things. A rained out vacation, a ...
I’ll always remember the summer (and fall) of 2015 as the one that we spent living at Ocean Beach. Historically, the San Francisco summer has be...
Currently, my refrigerator is so bursting with berries and stone fruits that every day starts with a mission to consume. The fruit to yogurt ratio...
I’ve talked a lot about crêpes in the past — I grew up eating my grandma’s thick, buttery ones (we called them blini) and later my mom’s....
The other day, I posted on Facebook, “Anyone else feel like they’re just barely holding their shit together?” It may have been my most comme...
I am not a movie person. Nope. What I mean by that is that I do not seek out movies; I reluctantly, carefully, stubbornly choose a select few to w...
Fluffy, tender biscuits have been eluding me for years. You see, I'd find recipe after recipe, tweak here and there, in the hopes that I could rec...
If you’re like me, you’re still processing last week’s events. I had booked a girls trip to Palm Springs nearly a year ago. Our departure da...