"You can’t go back,” Matt said to me while we were enjoying what could quite possibly be one of our few last evenings out just the two of us bef...
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Now that I've reached the ripe old age of 29, I can tell you that I've seen some trends come and go, and come again. Those colored corduroy pants ...
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This year (2013) has arguably been the biggest of my life. It didn't come without challenges. The most important event of the year was, of course,...
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For many imbibers, coffee and alcohol go hand-in-hand (or head-in-hand if you’ve had a few too many the night before!). Many of us who share int...
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Kristin and I first met in person over drinks in New York City with my friend Dave, after we had been following each other on Twitter for some tim...
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Anna has been a lovely reader of Turntable Kitchen for some time, so when she came to us suggesting she pull together a special playlist and recip...
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Is it summer yet? We’ve had a few glimpses of warm-weather days in San Francisco over the past month, and every sunny day I rush to pair the sum...
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Serves four 1 cup of seedless red grapes (approximately) 1/2 red onion, thinly sliced 5-6 thin slices of prosciutto, roughly torn 6-8 slices o...
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2 sweet potatoes, shaved crosswise into 1/8 inch thick slices** 1 quart of canola oil, for frying Smoked Hickory Sea Salt* *This month's Premiu...
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I recently joked to a friend that if my content of the past 6 months were turned into a haiku (ignoring the whole 5-7-5 rule), it would go somethi...
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When I was turning 13, my parents asked me if I wanted to have a Bat Mitzvah or a blowout party (with a rented wooden dance floor in my backyard)....
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I sent a “Happy New Year” card to my family wishing them a happy 2020. That’s how much of a blur 2018 was! It was a good year in so many way...