For many years — really since we met — Matt and I have cooked together. Not really for each other but with each other. But since we’ve added...
There are three types of quiet time, when it seems that the world is able to stand still. It's early, and I mean early in the morning. When the su...
I have a fondness for beans — I like how they blur the lines between upscale and pedestrian. One of my favorite bean companies, Rancho Gordo, ha...
Last month, we headed on our first “big” family vacation as a family of five. It was a reset of sorts. I’ve been blogging pretty sporadicall...
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...
Minimalism. It seems to be the theme for 2012. I've been reading all sorts of blog posts and articles about people cleaning out their inboxes, uns...
Meatballs are the sort of thing that unite us all — young and old, locals and tourists. A good meatball is hard to argue with. It's meaty, sure,...
"I owe you a phone call” is what my friends and I say to each other whenever we find ourselves exchanging a flurry of emails and text messages w...
This weekend, I realized that I’ve been missing the sun. This is what Seattleites talk about when they talk about winter, right? On Sunday, the ...
I just finished reading my friend Jess’s fantastic new book. We finally (finally!) met in person about a month ago after spending years followin...