One of the most entertaining booze-filled days in recent memory was spent inside of a large, converted hangar, now occupied by copper stills, ferm...
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You may not have not have noticed but last week was the first time in years that I have gone a week without posting anything to the site (if you e...
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It feels inevitable now. That at some point, I would have started to feel homesick, or perhaps sick for the past. Our transition, the move, the bi...
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I have this thing when I love a song. I will listen to it over and over until I get sick of it. Matt never does that, unless I ask. Nicely. These ...
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This recipe couldn’t be better timed. Today is officially Cinco de Mayo, and in addition to sharing some links (at the bottom of the post) to so...
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Elijah’s Deli welcomed me with open Jewish grandma arms the first time my parents dropped me off in San Diego to start college as a freshman. An...
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Plans change. Sometimes you're prepared, and sometimes you're not. Some people deal well with unexpected changes. They tell themselves to chin up, a...
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When you've been living with someone for a while, you kind of forget what it's like to be alone. I used to be really good at being alone. You may ...
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Makes one 1 1/2 oz of bourbon whiskey 3/4 oz of Lillet blanc 3/4 oz of Campari 1 Maraschino cherry, for garnish 1. Add the bourbon, Lille...
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There was a period of time I remember when a lot of bloggers started writing about slowing down. They argued that we’d become consumed with produc...
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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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Sometimes, I sit on recipes so long that they become sort of a conundrum. Should I still write about them on the site, even though I made somethin...