Everything starts anew. Year after year that I live in San Francisco, I am reminded that the fog will roll in right around my birthday. And I will...
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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’ll always remember the summer (and fall) of 2015 as the one that we spent living at Ocean Beach. Historically, the San Francisco summer has be...
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When I lived in Italy, I learned three very important things. Don't talk about God. Don't talk about politics. And eat pasta as a first course. I'...
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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...
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About a year ago, I took a trip to New Orleans — home to every delicious food vice imaginable. What surprised me, however, was a random little j...
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It might be a strange time to be posting about lentil soup and turnips, but I promise that it's worth your time. You see, I've had this cookbook, ...
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I jokingly refer to our friends, Hannah and Jeff, as our doppelgangers. Hannah and I are both writers (professionally), but she's also a music blogger...
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At some point in your life, I'm sure you've found yourself wanting something to last forever, however long that felt at the time. In high school, ...
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Serves four 5 russet potatoes, scrubbed and peeled 1/2 cup of buttermilk plus more, to taste 3 tablespoons of melted butter salt and freshly...
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I’ve talked a lot about crêpes in the past — I grew up eating my grandma’s thick, buttery ones (we called them blini) and later my mom’s....