Writing can at times, feel like a marathon. The final period reminiscent of a big inhale. Sometimes an exhale, depending on what you are writing. ...
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Somehow, I’ve managed to avoid all conversations related to snowmaggedons, polar vortexes, and solar vortexes. And yet, I could feel it coming. Th...
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*serves four 1/3 cup of small tapioca pearls (not instant), soaked in cold water for 15-30 minutes 3 cups of milk 2 eggs, separated 3 tables...
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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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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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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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serves four 6 ripe apricots, pits removed handful of fresh lemon verbena leaves 3/4 cup of heavy whipping cream 2 tablespoons of honey (more 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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For the donuts: 1 cup all-purpose flour 1 cup whole wheat flour 1/2 cup sugar 2 teaspoons baking powder 1 teaspoon real vanilla extract...
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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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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....