So, Kasey and I are switching things up today. She is taking over the Turntable while I am presenting one of my recipes in the Kitchen. Even t...
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...
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 ...
An American burger welcomes every immigrant with open arms. Sure, people have invented and reinvented it; they put foie gras and chickpeas in it...
I had recently fallen into a rabbit hole called Alt Summit (if you've been following me on Twitter, you may have noticed that I was tweeting up a ...
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...
I have this thing when I love a song. I will listen to it over and over until I get sick of it. Matt never does that, unless I ask. Nicely. These ...
There's nothing more weekend-y to me than a homemade pizza. We make a fair amount of it in our house. We pour ourselves a glass or two of wine, th...