Weekends are the longest and shortest days when you are a parent. Especially during summer days in the PNW that feel both beautifully and painfull...
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There is glitter on the bottom of my shoes. Perhaps that is the sign of a good New Year's Eve. Ahoy mates! Are you ready for 2011? 2010 was a good...
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* serves 6-8 1 cup of sugar 1 tablespoon of honey 1 teaspoon of cinnamon 1/4 teaspoon of freshly ground nutmeg 1 cup of flour, plus more fo...
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I have a confession to make. With this brilliant Indian Summer we've had, I've missed one thing, and it's truly a surprise: cold, rainy, windy day...
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I was hoping to do a little experiment: to write in the third person. But each time I tried, it felt entirely unnatural. I've always had trouble w...
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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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In keeping with the theme of summery drinks, I've been itching to share a recipe for a margarita or paloma. Both are popular Mexican tequila cockt...
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1.5 oz grappa (we used Lorenzo Inga Grappa Di Barolo) .75 oz Lillet Blanc .75 oz Aperol Orange peel garnish 1. Combine the liquid ingredients...
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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 ...
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Every year, I look forward to summer with the sort of anticipation that can only be described as childish. I am eager for the longer days and the ...
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If ever there’s a time of year when my heart feels like it’s about to explode, surely it is Thanksgiving, and everything that comes the weeks ...
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It's been outrageously hot in San Francisco. And when I say 'outrageously hot' I mean pleasantly warm for people who live in all other parts of th...