My hair stylist told me the other day that the mullet is coming back. I'm not sure how to feel about this, but if the mullet means scrunchies, neo...
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Today we are so thrilled to be guest posting on Aida Mollenkamp's blog. I can still remember watching her on the Food Network, when I was still *l...
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This weekend, I realized that I’ve been missing the sun. This is what Seattleites talk about when they talk about winter, right? On Sunday, the ...
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serves four - six 1 cup of whole wheat pastry flour 1/2 cup of all-purpose flour 1 tablespoon of bourbon 1 teaspoon of pure vanilla extract ...
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What is the most romantic thing that someone has ever done for you? How about the nicest thing? My freshman year of college, a high school frie...
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Negroni Week has crept up on me once again. Every year, I’m surprised to see how much the participation has grown… San Francisco alone has 105...
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I’ll always remember the summer (and fall) of 2015 as the one that we spent living at Ocean Beach. Historically, the San Francisco summer has be...
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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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The other day, after Neko had finally gone to sleep, Matt and I were sitting on the couch, as we normally do. We always have to take a breather af...
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'Tis the season of edible holiday treats! Everyone I know is making peppermint bark, molasses cookies (+ smoky ginger-molasses cookies!), gingerbr...
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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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I'm writing this post from Matt's parents' house in Ohio, where we're currently celebrating his dad's 70th birthday. It's one of the few times I'm f...