I started throwing lots of things away recently. Old magazines, high school t-shirts I've been holding onto since — well — high school, pre-ad...
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First thing's first: thank you, from the bottom of my heart for your sweet words on this post. All of your comments meant so much to us! Now, onto...
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Today we are so thrilled to be guest posting on Aida Mollenkamp's blog. I can still remember watching her on the Food Network, when I was still *l...
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I just got back from a whirlwind business trip to New York City, so I'm just getting into the swing of things (this morning was a rough wakeup cal...
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I have come to that inevitable time in my life — when my passport full of stamps is about to expire. The name inside is no longer accurate (even...
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About a year ago, I took a trip to New Orleans — home to every delicious food vice imaginable. What surprised me, however, was a random little j...
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Dear Amy, I'm sorry I never published your poetry in our literary magazine because I said it was full of cliches. I was the gatekeeper and what I ...
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This thing happens to me in the summer. I don’t really cook. I mean, I cook but I don’t really make recipes. The produce is so fresh and so go...
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There was a time when I was a die-hard Jersey girl. New Jersey was the first place I ever lived in America and for a girl who had a sizable collec...
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makes 6 popsicles 1 1/3 cup of frozen blueberries 1/3 cup of sugar 1/4 teaspoon of ground cinnamon 1 cup of whole milk Greek yogurt 1. Co...
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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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For Matt’s 30th birthday, I baked him a German Chocolate Cake — his favorite, and my very first layered cake. I only had one cake pan at the t...