Do you ever think about someone's hands? The creases between their fingers and their palms, the shape of their fingernails, the way they hold a ...
My grandmother had a major sweet tooth. It was not uncommon for her to have a little 'dessert' immediately following a pastry breakfast. When I wo...
Do you cook with your spouse? Although Matt is officially 'the music guy' in our household, he is no stranger to the kitchen. In fact, he and I ar...
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...
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...
Plans change. Sometimes you're prepared, and sometimes you're not. Some people deal well with unexpected changes. They tell themselves to chin up, a...
I want to wear a pretty dress for you. It's Spring. Somewhat officially. And here in the Bay Area, that means every girl is plotting her next Per...
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 ...
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...
We're big fans of the Canal House books. We first learned about them from Molly over at Orangette, and bought a few individual books, until we realize...
Hey guys, I was thinking...You see a lot of photos of food on placemats and napkins, lit up and arranged, and you get to know us only through our ...
