When I was turning 13, my parents asked me if I wanted to have a Bat Mitzvah or a blowout party (with a rented wooden dance floor in my backyard)....
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This is a sponsored post in partnership with Oregon Country Beef, a family ranch-owned co-op, and PCC Community Markets. All words and opinions ar...
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Currently, my refrigerator is so bursting with berries and stone fruits that every day starts with a mission to consume. The fruit to yogurt ratio...
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*serves two 6 slices of cherrywood smoked bacon 1/4 cup of pure maple syrup 1 teaspoon of whole black peppercorns, crushed with a mortar and ...
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Originally posted Jan 26, 2011 I am lucky to have been profoundly influenced by two grandfathers, both of whom I affectionately call 'Ded' (sor...
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I was about to start this post with "Dear Matthew" when I realized that I started my last post in a similar fashion and I'm not writing letters he...
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You might not know it, but breakfast in our house is kind of a big deal. Saturdays are pancake mornings. A kid is usually asking for pancakes by 8...
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When my parents' apricot tree is heavy with its full glory of fruit, it is a feast for all, including the squirrels. My parents' apricots are smal...
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I don't know about you, but I feel like with each passing year, the seasons fly by faster than they did the previous year. I hardly blinked and su...
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Serves four 1 cup of seedless red grapes (approximately) 1/2 red onion, thinly sliced 5-6 thin slices of prosciutto, roughly torn 6-8 slices o...
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Crab season in Northern California is in full swing and if you like crab, you know this time is sacred. I remember a few years ago, Matt and I dro...
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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...