Nicole is one of those lovely individuals whom I would refer to as a 'kindred spirit.' Her blog, Eat This Poem, and wonderful newsletter constantl...
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For many years — really since we met — Matt and I have cooked together. Not really for each other but with each other. But since we’ve added...
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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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*serves four 1/3 cup of small tapioca pearls (not instant), soaked in cold water for 15-30 minutes 3 cups of milk 2 eggs, separated 3 tables...
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Happy Friday! As the days of summer dwindle, I'm actually starting to get excited for the month of September — the real San Francisco summer. ...
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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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I was about to start this post with "Dear Matthew" when I realized that I started my last post in a similar fashion and I'm not writing letters he...
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We've had a few sleepless nights here in the Hickey household. Neko's teeth seem to be breaking through in rapid succession and our days, despite ...
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I was hoping to do a little experiment: to write in the third person. But each time I tried, it felt entirely unnatural. I've always had trouble w...
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Well, it's been an interesting night. But we're not the New York Times or CNN, and while this is certainly an important historic moment for our co...
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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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Ten years. That's how long it's been since I stepped out of high school for the very last time. This past weekend, I dragged, err, took, Matt to m...