Kristin and I first met in person over drinks in New York City with my friend Dave, after we had been following each other on Twitter for some tim...
"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...
Every year, I look forward to Bon Appetit’s travel issue because it reminds me of the main reason I travel: to eat, of course. I plan my days ar...
"You can’t go back,” Matt said to me while we were enjoying what could quite possibly be one of our few last evenings out just the two of us bef...
I’ve been slowly — very, very slowly — reading Elizabeth Gilbert’s book, Big Magic. Every couple of nights when I’m not up late working,...
It took me a long time to feel comfortable in the kitchen. I began to enjoy cooking sometime in college, but back then, I owned exactly two cookbo...
I tend to celebrate Thanksgiving twice: once with my friends (in the form of an annual potluck) and once with my family. What I love about Thanksg...
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...