Back in the spring of 2003, I embarked on my first solo international flight headed to Siena, Italy by way of Florence, by way of Bologna. I must ...
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I’m a card-carrying member of the Alison Roman fan club. I’ve made The Cookies and The Stew. I watch all of her Instagram videos, and I basica...
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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...
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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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"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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I don't know about you, but I feel like with each passing year, the seasons fly by faster than they did the previous year. I hardly blinked and su...
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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 ...
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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 ...
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6 1/2 ounces of dark chocolate (preferably 70%), finely chopped 1/3 cup + 2 tablespoons of heavy whipping cream pinch of kosher salt 1/4 teaspo...
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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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Around this time of year, life tends to move a little faster while work tends to move a little slower. I like it that way. The parties, visitors a...
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Matt got an Amazon Echo for his birthday this year and naturally, it's proven to be equally useful as it is entertaining for our kiddos. For the l...