We had a feast for New Year’s. The sort that makes your stomach hurt and demands an antacid. The sort where you want time to stand still a littl...
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I can no longer avoid it, and I will not apologize. If you, like me, read a great deal of food blogs, you may be familiar with the term 'pumpkin f...
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When I lived in Italy, I learned three very important things. Don't talk about God. Don't talk about politics. And eat pasta as a first course. I'...
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To this day, the best Halloween costume I've ever encountered was worn by a girl in my sixth grade class. She dressed up as a Twinings tea bag. Yo...
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When my parents and I moved to America, I quickly started calling everyone I ever spoke with in class my 'friends.' My parents were perplexed. "Th...
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Is it summer yet? We’ve had a few glimpses of warm-weather days in San Francisco over the past month, and every sunny day I rush to pair the sum...
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Melissa and I have never met in person but like many of my other 'blogger friends' she feels like a real life friend. We're emailed about babies a...
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The other day, I walked out of my house and smelled Fall. It was smokey and cold and hit the back of my nostrils in a rush of wind. Despite our ty...
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There was a period of time I remember when a lot of bloggers started writing about slowing down. They argued that we’d become consumed with produc...
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Sometimes, I sit on recipes so long that they become sort of a conundrum. Should I still write about them on the site, even though I made somethin...
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March is lot like a long, flat stretch of road somewhere. It’s far enough away from where you’ve left (winter) and not quite to where you’re h...
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I'm still a pickling newbie, but something about putting things in jars gets me really excited. The really cool thing about pickled veggies is tha...