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...
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One of my favorite bloggers, Joanna Goddard recently wrote a cute little blog post, asking readers about their first kiss. Mine was at the ripe o...
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When I first moved to San Francisco in 2005, I hadn’t made up my mind about it. I wasn’t coming home, specifically, nor was I moving to a city...
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My hair stylist told me the other day that the mullet is coming back. I'm not sure how to feel about this, but if the mullet means scrunchies, neo...
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Pancakes have become somewhat of a weekly tradition for us. Most days, Matt and I each sit down to a bowl of food — he to his cereal, me to my y...
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4 large eggs 2 tablespoons of butter 1 tablespoon of finely chopped rosemary 1. Melt the butter in a large skillet over medium heat. Add the ...
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Our kitchen renovation process was no small feat and now that it's *nearly* over, I can honestly say that I never want to renovate a kitchen again...
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I used to write a lot of poetry. I have notebooks filled with raw, young angst. In college, I went up on a stage, terrified, and read one of my po...
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*serves two 6 slices of cherrywood smoked bacon 1/4 cup of pure maple syrup 1 teaspoon of whole black peppercorns, crushed with a mortar and ...
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Writing can at times, feel like a marathon. The final period reminiscent of a big inhale. Sometimes an exhale, depending on what you are writing. ...
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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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There's a roll of film that has been sitting in my night table for seven years now. No reason, really. I haven't developed it. In a way, I kind ...