There comes a time in life when you're no longer chasing the highest ratio of alcohol by volume (ABV) to dollars. The trend has been going on for ...
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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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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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makes two 1 cup of frozen blueberries (or mixed berries) 1 small banana 1/4 cup of plain whole milk yogurt 1/2 cup of almond milk 1 teaspoon ...
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All of the walls in my house are white. I hadn't intended for it to be that way, but for the past seven years, I have lived in a rented apartment ...
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I've been thinking about summer a lot lately. With all of this rain that has been pounding the San Francisco Bay Area, it's hard not to want to sn...
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Melissa is a wonderful blog friend whom I admire very much. Over the year (ish?) that I've known her, she's been incredibly supportive of Turntabl...
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There are some things you don’t talk about on the Internet. Your marital problems, for example. A falling out with a friend. A date with your th...
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I’m partial to soup. “Bowl food” as Sara dubbed it, is my kind of food and this, among other things such as our husbands' bordering-on-obses...
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When I lived in Italy, I learned three very important things. Don't talk about God. Don't talk about politics. And eat pasta as a first course. I'...
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There's nothing more weekend-y to me than a homemade pizza. We make a fair amount of it in our house. We pour ourselves a glass or two of wine, th...
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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...