When I first moved to San Francisco in 2005, I hadn’t made up my mind about it. I wasn’t coming home, specifically, nor was I moving to a city...
We grew up in the shadow of Silicon Valley. Where being good at math and science was inherently better than being able to bang out a well-written ...
I'm writing this post from Matt's parents' house in Ohio, where we're currently celebrating his dad's 70th birthday. It's one of the few times I'm f...
The first time I stumbled upon Sprouted Kitchen, I knew I had found my kind of place on the Internet. I instantly related to Sara. She had travele...
I’m partial to soup. “Bowl food” as Sara dubbed it, is my kind of food and this, among other things such as our husbands' bordering-on-obses...
I was recently lamenting to Matt that I feel like every time I have an opportunity to cook or photograph food, I basically have to approach it lik...
Everyone can appreciate a compliment, whether it comes from a friend, an acquaintance or a stranger. Yet, it's not uncommon to feel humbled by a com...