Melissa is a wonderful blog friend whom I admire very much. Over the year (ish?) that I've known her, she's been incredibly supportive of Turntabl...
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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...
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I am not a movie person. Nope. What I mean by that is that I do not seek out movies; I reluctantly, carefully, stubbornly choose a select few to w...
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There is a neatly arranged time and place for everything in life, including peanut butter. I used to tell Matt, even before we were married, that ...
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Charcuterie plates have gained major traction over the last couple of years but I like to think I've been creating and eating them well before the...
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There's a common sentiment among certain men I know that salad is not a meal. Though I whole-heartedly believe that salad IS a meal, and can be a ...
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When I was in the 5th grade, my grandpa came to live with my family. At the time, I thought it might be temporary, but by the time I got to high s...
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*Makes 2 large glasses, or 3 small Flesh from 1 large, very ripe mango, roughly chopped 1/2 cup of whole milk yogurt 1-2 tablespoons of sugar, ...
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Yesterday, my daughter turned one. We met for coffee with a friend and Neko had her first kids meal (scrambled eggs with a side of fruit and toast...
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Nicole is one of those lovely individuals whom I would refer to as a 'kindred spirit.' Her blog, Eat This Poem, and wonderful newsletter constantl...
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I distinctly remember when smoothies became a presence in my life. It was in high school, when the first Jamba Juice opened in a strip mall near m...
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Happy Friday! As the days of summer dwindle, I'm actually starting to get excited for the month of September — the real San Francisco summer. ...