I’ve been slowly — very, very slowly — reading Elizabeth Gilbert’s book, Big Magic. Every couple of nights when I’m not up late working,...
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Summer has quietly slipped out of my grip somehow and the other day, I had a fleeting thought about fall: about boots and hot chocolate and umbrella...
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1 cup of Israeli couscous 4 tablespoons of olive oil 2 Persian cucumbers, diced 1 pint of cherry tomatoes, sliced in half ¼ cup of roughly ch...
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When the folks over at ModCloth asked us to create a New Year's Eve party recipe and playlist, we started thinking about what makes a great holida...
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When I first started blogging, I never got any comments. Each time a post would go out in the ether, I'd hold my breath a little, wondering if a k...
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Aziz Ansari’s Master of None is my favorite new show on Netflix. There are two episodes — “Parents” and “Old People” — which perfect...
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You might not know it, but breakfast in our house is kind of a big deal. Saturdays are pancake mornings. A kid is usually asking for pancakes by 8...
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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...
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When I first spotted Rustica in a bookstore, I was smitten right off the bat. I know you shouldn't judge a book by its cover, but let's face it �...
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March is lot like a long, flat stretch of road somewhere. It’s far enough away from where you’ve left (winter) and not quite to where you’re h...
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My first Christmas in America was a confusing one at best. Coming from Russia (by way of Israel) where we had a New Year’s tree and a fellow nam...
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Matt and I were talking recently about who we call (besides each other) when we need someone to talk to about something important. I immediately sai...