Sometimes, I get stuck on things. The same salad for lunch (spinach, berries, goat cheese, walnuts). The same, super comfortable, worn-in leather flat...
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> There are those dishes that instantly transport you to distant destinations, or the comforts of your childhood. Associations, as we call them, are w...
> During the summer months, I often find myself perfectly happy with a spread of sides of dinner--cheeses, olives, crackers, sliced meats, and most re...
> Whenever a friend suggests that we meet up after work to grab dinner at a 'convenient location,' it usually means downtown--especially if said dinner ...
> After my recent trip to Stellina, I can't stop thinking about bacon. Not just bacon--but little bits of smoky bacon trapped in pasta and accompanied b...
> This is my new favorite weekend breakfast. A big bowl of nutty, warm quinoa, tenderly soaked in milk, fragranced with cinnamon and honey, and stud...
> Sometimes, you take a wrong turn, and end up hiking twelve miles in five hours on a day when you anticipated hiking for two hours and eating oysters. ...
> Fish tacos. Do they make you wish you were sitting on a beach in Mexico, sipping on a Corona with lime? The first time I tried fish tacos was, nat...
> Ever since the farmer's market came to my hood, I've been making fantastic discoveries. Most of the time, I'll pick up a vegetable I've never prepared...
> There's something that always seems to pull me into hidden little nooks and crannies. Whether they be alleys--each with unique personalities (boistero...
> I took a yoga class tonight and at some point between desperately trying to avoid doing a full wheel and blissfully enjoying the five or so minutes of...