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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For the plums: 2 lbs of plums, pitted and roughly sliced 1 tablespoon of amaretto 1 teaspoon of almond extract 1/2 cup of sugar For the bis...
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I distinctly remember when smoothies became a presence in my life. It was in high school, when the first Jamba Juice opened in a strip mall near m...
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Back in the early days of blogging, links were the best way to discover new sites, content, and voices around the Internet. Everyone seemed to hav...
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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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Summer has quietly slipped out of my grip somehow and the other day, I had a fleeting thought about fall: about boots and hot chocolate and umbrella...
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First and foremost, let's get down to business and announce the winner of Tyler Florence's Family Meal. Thank you to all of the folks who shared t...
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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 ...
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My first Christmas in America was a confusing one at best. Coming from Russia (by way of Israel) where we had a New Year’s tree and a fellow nam...
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On our first date, Matt tried to convince me to read his favorite book, Infinite Jest (I had no intention, he would soon find out just how stubbor...
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The days are long and the years are short, someone told me when I had my first child. I keep reminding myself of this in these early weeks with th...
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"I want to show you something," she often says with pride these days. Sometimes, it is a new toy. Sometimes, a "fancy trick" on the playground (cu...