The day after I got Kim Broyce's Good to the Grain, I went out and purchased six different kinds of flour. I had read so many rave reviews about t...
Melissa is a wonderful blog friend whom I admire very much. Over the year (ish?) that I've known her, she's been incredibly supportive of Turntabl...
My drive to work is approximately an hour and twenty minutes long. Each way. In the summer, I start my day around 7:30 am, wearing a coat. I walk ...
Living in a twelve unit building where my primary view is an arm-length's peek into other people's apartment windows, I've realized how much this ...
My dad has this habit of announcing that things are either 'famous' or 'better than anything you have ever tried.' He does this with everything fr...
Exploring the stalls of my neighborhood farmers' market, it appears that here in California, we're hitting the sweet spot in between winter and sp...
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...
Over the past few months, I seem to have shifted my booze consumption back to the basics: drinking mostly neat pours (unmixed liquor served withou...
There are three types of quiet time, when it seems that the world is able to stand still. It's early, and I mean early in the morning. When the su...