When you live in California, sometimes you feel hours behind everyone else. Weirdly, we watch a recording of the ball dropping in Times Square on ...
When I was turning 13, my parents asked me if I wanted to have a Bat Mitzvah or a blowout party (with a rented wooden dance floor in my backyard)....
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...
The thing about pie is it's quite mysterious until you cut into it. Unlike a tart, which openly reveals its identity upon first glance, a pie only...
You know how sometimes you want a chocolate chip cookie AND cake? It's hard to decide. Now, you don't have to. Thanks to the guys at Baked, a Broo...
We are on the verge of starting a new year and I’ve realized that of all things I have made and shared here, apple cake is perhaps the most impo...
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...
Living in a twelve unit building where my primary view is an arm-length's peek into other people's apartment windows, I've realized how much this ...
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 ...
Everything starts anew. Year after year that I live in San Francisco, I am reminded that the fog will roll in right around my birthday. And I will...