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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Elijah’s Deli welcomed me with open Jewish grandma arms the first time my parents dropped me off in San Diego to start college as a freshman. An...
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I'm writing this on Mother's Day. The kids have gone to bed by now, and I feel tired, but so, so happy. That's kind of how most days go as a paren...
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When you've been living with someone for a while, you kind of forget what it's like to be alone. I used to be really good at being alone. You may ...
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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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We arrived home to our city, eerily empty. Albeit, it was one o’clock in the morning, but ragged as we were, I couldn’t help but notice the ab...
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Everyone has a story about a drink that they’ve sworn off due to a hellacious night. It usually happened during high school or college or in Mex...
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For the mango salsa: 1 mango, peeled and diced 1/2 jalapeno, cored, seeded, and finely minced 1 medium tomato, seeded and diced 1/3 cup of d...
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This post originally appeared in The Kitchn. Wishing you and your loved ones a happy, healthy, and prosperous 2011! My family, being Russian, c...
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I’m not usually very good at staying silent. I’m often quick to judge and make a statement. In the heat of the moment, I often see things in b...