Matt and I had a raised voices sort of argument about this sandwich, of all things, last weekend. The kind where you wonder, fifteen minutes after...
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If you’re anything like me, you had your first taste of sherry from your parents’ or grandparents’ cabinet, and it was branded in your memor...
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I've been a huge fan of Amanda's beautiful site, give me flour, for some time now. Her writing makes me want to travel to her homeland of Brazil, ...
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Winter fruit hardly excites me. I do love pears, and apples are good only when they are REALLY good, but other than that, I find winter to be the ...
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An American burger welcomes every immigrant with open arms. Sure, people have invented and reinvented it; they put foie gras and chickpeas in it...
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If ever there’s a time of year when my heart feels like it’s about to explode, surely it is Thanksgiving, and everything that comes the weeks ...
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Let's talk about juice, guys. That's right. I'm totally on the bandwagon. I'm going to preface this post by saying that I do not condone or recomm...
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Let's play a game: you tell me something about your childhood and I will tell you something about mine. I'll start. My family used to travel a ...
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My dad has this habit of announcing that things are either 'famous' or 'better than anything you have ever tried.' He does this with everything fr...
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If my memory serves me correctly, I’ve never set any New Year's resolutions before… but here I am at the end of January, setting one. Here it ...
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Shortcuts. We're all looking for an easier, faster, more convenient way to do things. Whether it's communication (hello, Twitter and Facebook on y...
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Megan and I met some time ago, when she was still living in San Francisco. I won't go into some of the big life changes she was going through at t...