I rarely watch TV but every two years when the Olympics are on, I find myself glued to the screen for many more hours than I care to admit. In fac...
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Few things are more satisfying than writing in the rain. For a person who tends to be go go go, rain is a great excuse to throw on a pair of sweat...
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When my parents' apricot tree is heavy with its full glory of fruit, it is a feast for all, including the squirrels. My parents' apricots are smal...
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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 was a time when I was a die-hard Jersey girl. New Jersey was the first place I ever lived in America and for a girl who had a sizable collec...
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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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*Serves four, as part of the complete Childhood Favorites menu 1 pound of chicken tenders or skinless, boneless chicken breasts, cut into thin ...
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Weekends are the longest and shortest days when you are a parent. Especially during summer days in the PNW that feel both beautifully and painfull...
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I'm writing to you from a black hole. A brief breath of fresh air in the midst of one of the busiest, most chaotic weeks of work. The reason? It's...
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I was recently lamenting to Matt that I feel like every time I have an opportunity to cook or photograph food, I basically have to approach it lik...
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We had a feast for New Year’s. The sort that makes your stomach hurt and demands an antacid. The sort where you want time to stand still a littl...
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For the granita: 4 ripe peaches pitted, peeled and coarsely chopped 1/2 cup water 1/4 cup sugar For the homemade whipped cream: 1 cup...