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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"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 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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*Makes enough for four sundaes 2 cups of cherries, pitted 1 tablespoon of balsamic vinegar 2 tablespoons of turbinado sugar 1 pint of vanill...
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For Matt’s 30th birthday, I baked him a German Chocolate Cake — his favorite, and my very first layered cake. I only had one cake pan at the t...
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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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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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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...
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This is a sponsored post in partnership with the California Walnut Board. All words and opinions are our own. Thank you for supporting the brand...
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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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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...
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After dealing with printer issues all weekend while trying to create our packing labels for Pairings Boxes and chasing down the mailman who gracio...