I'm so thrilled to welcome Kathryne to Turntable Kitchen this week. We've developed a lovely friendship through this crazy thing called the Intern...
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Back when my grandmother's Alzheimer's was in its early stages, she called my grandfather and asked him to pick her up. When he asked her where, she...
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I just got back from a whirlwind business trip to New York City, so I'm just getting into the swing of things (this morning was a rough wakeup cal...
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This is a sponsored post in partnership with our friends at Pints and Plates. All words and opinions are our own. Thank you for supporting the bra...
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Everyone has a story about a drink that they’ve sworn off due to a hellacious night. It usually happened during high school or college or in Mex...
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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....
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There's a common sentiment among certain men I know that salad is not a meal. Though I whole-heartedly believe that salad IS a meal, and can be a ...
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Back in the early days of blogging, links were the best way to discover new sites, content, and voices around the Internet. Everyone seemed to hav...
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Kristin and I first met in person over drinks in New York City with my friend Dave, after we had been following each other on Twitter for some tim...
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For the stock: 1 whole chicken 2 carrots, cut into thirds 3 celery stalks, cut into thirds 1 small onion, quartered 1 teaspoon of black peppe...
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Somehow, I’ve managed to avoid all conversations related to snowmaggedons, polar vortexes, and solar vortexes. And yet, I could feel it coming. Th...