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...
For many years, I consistently brought the same exact salad to work in a square tupperware tucked into a plastic bag that is no longer allowed in ...
The things we think we need aren't always the ones we really want. Did you ever hear the story of a young couple in love, each of whom was trying ...
This recipe couldn’t be better timed. Today is officially Cinco de Mayo, and in addition to sharing some links (at the bottom of the post) to so...
This is a sponsored post in partnership with Oregon Country Beef, a family ranch-owned co-op, and PCC Community Markets. All words and opinions ar...
Some of the most profound moments in our lives are, in fact, defined by silence. Sometimes there is silence because time is needed. Sometimes ther...
Crab season in Northern California is in full swing and if you like crab, you know this time is sacred. I remember a few years ago, Matt and I dro...
Time. There never seems to be enough of it. Sometimes I wonder, what would I do if I had more time? Would I read more? Exercise more? Cook more? S...
It feels inevitable now. That at some point, I would have started to feel homesick, or perhaps sick for the past. Our transition, the move, the bi...