Negroni Week has crept up on me once again. Every year, I’m surprised to see how much the participation has grown… San Francisco alone has 105...
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Back when my grandmother's Alzheimer's was in its early stages, she called my grandfather and asked him to pick her up. When he asked her where, she...
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3 cups of oats (not quick cooking) 1 cup of buckwheat groats 1/2 teaspoon of kosher salt 1 teaspoon of ground cinnamon 1 teaspoon of real vanill...
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I distinctly remember when smoothies became a presence in my life. It was in high school, when the first Jamba Juice opened in a strip mall near m...
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By now, I think everyone’s read (or at least heard of) Marie Kondo’s book, The Life-Changing Magic of Tidying Up. If not, I highly recommend you p...
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I am not a movie person. Nope. What I mean by that is that I do not seek out movies; I reluctantly, carefully, stubbornly choose a select few to w...
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I've been a huge fan of Sweet Paul for ages and I was beyond thrilled when I was approached to share My Happy Dish with Sweet Paul's readers. Seri...
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The other day, I posted on Facebook, “Anyone else feel like they’re just barely holding their shit together?” It may have been my most comme...
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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 never thought this day would come — the day when I recommend that you use vodka in a cocktail recipe instead of gin. I made it very clear in m...
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Back when Matt and I used to spend most of our evenings sitting side-by-side on our couch, writing blog posts, I couldn’t imagine a life without...
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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...