Winter fruit hardly excites me. I do love pears, and apples are good only when they are REALLY good, but other than that, I find winter to be the ...
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Sometimes, I sit on recipes so long that they become sort of a conundrum. Should I still write about them on the site, even though I made somethin...
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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....
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There's a lot to be said for knowing how and when to relax. Some people are too good at it, others, not good enough. Which are you? I know how ...
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Nicole is one of those lovely individuals whom I would refer to as a 'kindred spirit.' Her blog, Eat This Poem, and wonderful newsletter constantl...
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I’ve been thinking about fear. Where it comes from and how to let it go. You see, I spend and have spent a lot of time being afraid. I wa...
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It snowed in Seattle. On November 4th. I mean…I realize we left California for the PNW but this was something. There’s a part of me that reall...
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I recently joked to a friend that if my content of the past 6 months were turned into a haiku (ignoring the whole 5-7-5 rule), it would go somethi...
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I’m a card-carrying member of the Alison Roman fan club. I’ve made The Cookies and The Stew. I watch all of her Instagram videos, and I basica...
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I’ve noticed something interesting recently, about the way my generation thinks about the present and the future. Our everyday lives seem to def...
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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...
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I have come to that inevitable time in my life — when my passport full of stamps is about to expire. The name inside is no longer accurate (even...