Although Kasey and I both enjoy espresso, we rarely make it at home. When we want a strong and deep bite of coffee at home we brew a pot of Turkis...
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It feels inevitable now. That at some point, I would have started to feel homesick, or perhaps sick for the past. Our transition, the move, the bi...
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I'm a salad kind of girl. Though I rarely post salad recipes, I actually eat quite a bit of salad, particularly in the summer. I don't eat salad a...
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Matt and I had a raised voices sort of argument about this sandwich, of all things, last weekend. The kind where you wonder, fifteen minutes after...
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I've been a huge fan of Amanda's beautiful site, give me flour, for some time now. Her writing makes me want to travel to her homeland of Brazil, ...
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When I studied abroad in Italy as a junior in college, I diligently maintained a journal. It was a leather-bound notebook that I’d gotten as a g...
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Time. There never seems to be enough of it. Sometimes I wonder, what would I do if I had more time? Would I read more? Exercise more? Cook more? S...
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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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I'm writing this post from Matt's parents' house in Ohio, where we're currently celebrating his dad's 70th birthday. It's one of the few times I'm f...
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I want to wear a pretty dress for you. It's Spring. Somewhat officially. And here in the Bay Area, that means every girl is plotting her next Per...
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Last month, we headed on our first “big” family vacation as a family of five. It was a reset of sorts. I’ve been blogging pretty sporadicall...
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*serves four 4 large tomatoes, quartered* 1 red chile pepper, seeded and cut into long, thin slices* salt and freshly ground pepper, to taste...