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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Back in the spring of 2003, I embarked on my first solo international flight headed to Siena, Italy by way of Florence, by way of Bologna. I must ...
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I know, I know. Another rum drink. While I’ve already shared my love of the Angostura Colada, I just couldn’t help myself in this recent Calif...
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I’ll always remember the summer (and fall) of 2015 as the one that we spent living at Ocean Beach. Historically, the San Francisco summer has be...
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We women are constantly reminding each other that we support one another. We welcome and share each other's ideas. We compliment each other on our...
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Fluffy, tender biscuits have been eluding me for years. You see, I'd find recipe after recipe, tweak here and there, in the hopes that I could rec...
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The things we think we need aren't always the ones we really want. Did you ever hear the story of a young couple in love, each of whom was trying ...
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Not many drinks lend themselves to so much expected variation as the Martini. James Bond famously preferred his shaken, though classic bartending ...
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*Serves four 1/4 cup of olive oil 1 large onion, peeled and roughly chopped 1 teaspoon of ground turmeric 1/2 teaspoon of garam masala 1 te...
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March is lot like a long, flat stretch of road somewhere. It’s far enough away from where you’ve left (winter) and not quite to where you’re h...
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Despite the very limited space in my kitchen, I’m particularly fond of my breakfast vessels and gadgets because I am particularly fond of breakf...
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Everything starts anew. Year after year that I live in San Francisco, I am reminded that the fog will roll in right around my birthday. And I will...