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...
Dear Amy, I'm sorry I never published your poetry in our literary magazine because I said it was full of cliches. I was the gatekeeper and what I ...
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...
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...
2016 was one of those years that a lot of us will remember for the rest of our lives. But while it was punctuated by national and world events man...
The first blog I ever had was a LiveJournal. I wrote in it the way I would write emails to my friends (and they'd comment back as if we were on on...
Today is my 28th birthday. It's actually super weird because every time I think about how old I am, I keep wanting to say 23 or 25 or, good God, n...
Listen, right now is really not the time to start your diet, so let's talk about hot chocolate and get on with it. Now that Thanksgiving is over, ...
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...