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....
My first spring in Seattle and I’m already learning what it means to get ‘hit’ by the passing season. Coming from California, where spring i...
I can no longer avoid it, and I will not apologize. If you, like me, read a great deal of food blogs, you may be familiar with the term 'pumpkin f...
When I lived in Italy, I learned three very important things. Don't talk about God. Don't talk about politics. And eat pasta as a first course. I'...
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...
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...
I’ve reached the stress baking portion of quarantine. I haven’t quite made it to the sourdough starter and bread-baking stage. Nor have I inve...
A few weeks ago, I went to a Summer Camp-themed wedding where one of our activities included a Ropes Course. I bragged to our friends that I had d...
I want to wear a pretty dress for you.It's Spring. Somewhat officially. And here in the Bay Area, that means every girl is plotting her next Per...
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...