It took me a long time to feel comfortable in the kitchen. I began to enjoy cooking sometime in college, but back then, I owned exactly two cookbo...
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When my parents and I moved to America, I quickly started calling everyone I ever spoke with in class my 'friends.' My parents were perplexed. "Th...
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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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This is a sponsored post in partnership with the California Walnut Board. All words and opinions are our own. Thank you for supporting the bran...
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There's a lot to be said for knowing how and when to relax. Some people are too good at it, others, not good enough. Which are you? I know how ...
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Anna has been a lovely reader of Turntable Kitchen for some time, so when she came to us suggesting she pull together a special playlist and recip...
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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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I’m partial to soup. “Bowl food” as Sara dubbed it, is my kind of food and this, among other things such as our husbands' bordering-on-obses...
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This past weekend, Matt and I took a little road trip to the Ace Hotel in Palm Springs (more on that later). I took the day off from work on Frida...
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My sophomore year of college, I had a revelation: that I had the power to feed myself. And I'm not talking about grabbing burritos from the local ...
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3 large eggs 1/2 cup of sugar 1/2 cup of brown sugar 1 teaspoon of instant espresso powder 1 teaspoon of real vanilla extract 1/3 cup of flour ...
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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...