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...
I’ve talked a lot about crêpes in the past — I grew up eating my grandma’s thick, buttery ones (we called them blini) and later my mom’s....
Yesterday, my daughter turned one. We met for coffee with a friend and Neko had her first kids meal (scrambled eggs with a side of fruit and toast...
The days are long and the years are short, someone told me when I had my first child. I keep reminding myself of this in these early weeks with th...
I got a text message the other day, from my friend who is on her honeymoon in Italy. She and I met actually when we were both studying abroad in S...
I've been in sort of a tizzy this week. I was crazy nervous to see the Cooking Channel segment that Matt and I filmed ages ago with Tracy and Mega...
Ah, relief. I’ve said it before: despite my undying love for summer, often find it sort of overwhelming. There’s the self-imposed pressure �...
How many social media accounts do you have? One? Two? Eight? I'm a card-carrying member of Facebook, Twitter, Goodreads, Pinterest, Instagram, and...