We had a feast for New Year’s. The sort that makes your stomach hurt and demands an antacid. The sort where you want time to stand still a littl...
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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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I was about to start this post with "Dear Matthew" when I realized that I started my last post in a similar fashion and I'm not writing letters he...
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1 pound of shell-on shrimp 1 clove of garlic, minced 1/4 cup of extra virgin olive oil 5 dried ancho chiles* salt and pepper, to taste 1....
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We're waiting, and eating. I can't tell you how much the past seven months have challenged me, mentally. Sure, there have been physical changes, t...
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This weekend, I realized that I’ve been missing the sun. This is what Seattleites talk about when they talk about winter, right? On Sunday, the ...
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"I want to show you something," she often says with pride these days. Sometimes, it is a new toy. Sometimes, a "fancy trick" on the playground (cu...
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Have you ever wanted to just pack up your things and jet? Having lived in San Francisco for nearly a decade, I’ve been feeling generally exhaust...
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2 pounds of salmon (fillets) 1 tablespoon of finely chopped flat-leaf parsley 1/4 cup of unsalted butter lemon zest from 1/2 lemon salt and ...
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It feels inevitable now. That at some point, I would have started to feel homesick, or perhaps sick for the past. Our transition, the move, the bi...
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I never was a Girl Scout, but I sure loved those Thin Mints. Being a family of immigrants, we never quite got into the whole Girl Scout thing, but a...
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Megan and I met some time ago, when she was still living in San Francisco. I won't go into some of the big life changes she was going through at t...