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...
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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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I'm currently enjoying what I've been calling my 'funemployment' - it' unemployment, but it's fun because I have a week off before starting a new ...
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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...
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"You can’t go back,” Matt said to me while we were enjoying what could quite possibly be one of our few last evenings out just the two of us bef...
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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...
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One of the best things about having a blog is being able to throw something out into the ethosphere and encourage people to talk about it. The con...
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I’ve been slowly — very, very slowly — reading Elizabeth Gilbert’s book, Big Magic. Every couple of nights when I’m not up late working,...
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I have a friend who especially enjoys traveling alone. She brings along a stack of books, makes a day-to-day itinerary based on only the things sh...
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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 have a confession to make. With this brilliant Indian Summer we've had, I've missed one thing, and it's truly a surprise: cold, rainy, windy day...
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1 1/4 cups of all-purpose flour 1/2 teaspoon of kosher salt 1/2 teaspoon of sugar 1 stick of cold unsalted butter, diced 2 tablespoons of ice ...