After dealing with printer issues all weekend while trying to create our packing labels for Pairings Boxes and chasing down the mailman who gracio...
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I know. It’s September 3rd, and here I am posting about watermelon. Late to the party, much? This summer, I’ve found myself picking up a small...
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Here we go. I blinked and there went Thanksgiving. And now, we're weeks away from Christmas and New Year's and I'm still shopping for gifts, tryin...
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Ten years. That's how long it's been since I stepped out of high school for the very last time. This past weekend, I dragged, err, took, Matt to m...
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This will be the first time (ever!) that Matt won't be spending Christmas with his family in Ohio. He'll be spending it with his family here in Sa...
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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 still remember that weird feeling of publishing something “on the internet” and getting comments and emails from complete strangers saying t...
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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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*Serves 4 1 baguette 1 ball burrata (a creamy Italian cheese similar to mozzarella) good quality ex...
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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 have come to that inevitable time in my life — when my passport full of stamps is about to expire. The name inside is no longer accurate (even...
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Live music, po' boys, crawfish, daiquiris, Abita beer, and Sazeracs. If you don't manage to fit all of these in when you visit New Orleans, you're...