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...
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Ah, relief. I’ve said it before: despite my undying love for summer, often find it sort of overwhelming. There’s the self-imposed pressure �...
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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’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 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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Few things are more therapeutic than mixing colors in a bowl and frosting cookies. These cookies involved only my second time using food coloring ...
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Megan and I met some time ago, when she was still living in San Francisco. I won't go into some of the big life changes she was going through at t...
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Anna has been a lovely reader of Turntable Kitchen for some time, so when she came to us suggesting she pull together a special playlist and recip...