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Work hard. Play hard. Both of which I did last week. Very, VERY enthusiastically. Here’s a little remedy I drink when I feel under the weather, worked to the bone, or when I’ve… Continue reading
Work hard. Play hard. Both of which I did last week. Very, VERY enthusiastically. Here’s a little remedy I drink when I feel under the weather, worked to the bone, or when I’ve… Continue reading
Last week I was shuffling through the natural foods store in a post-work coma when something odd happened. I watched bemused as my hands grabbed seeds and nuts and dried fruit off the shop… Continue reading
I’m not sure when our little bunker became the family party house. But sometime after the last rager Christmas brunch, my sister-in-law and I put on our scheming hats to scheme up a… Continue reading
Not enough warmth in my bones. Not enough photons hitting my eyeballs. March is making it easy to pretend I’m a winter-sedated bear nesting in my flannel sheets each night. Here’s a little something… Continue reading
A few months ago, my friend Mirte took me to the magical city of Maastricht (remember our adventure?). After exploring every last charming cobblestoned alley, we reluctantly stepped on the train back to… Continue reading
“Blegh,” I mumbled through a mouthful of soft, garlicky braised kale. “Who wants to eat cold, raw veg in the dead of winter?” Across the table, the Man nodded his head ponderously in… Continue reading
Lest you think that I hold court in my kitchen with any semblance of pretentious type-A foodie-ism, behold — the humble 30 minute improv dinner. Making do with existing ingredients is one of… Continue reading
Nothing can beat a steaming plate of rice topped with a crispy fried egg and drizzled in sweet soy sauce. It’s the tzar of down-home comfort food as far as I’m concerned, and… Continue reading
You’ve just licked the last gummy bit of rhubarb-anise syrup from the lip of your glass and now you need a new delicious drink DIY? Elderflower cordial, come on down! It’s a simple… Continue reading
This morning I had a glorious breakfast. Don’t hate me. What is this girl thinking? you ask, all bristly and indignant. I’m a grown-up and I don’t eat brownies for breakfast. Oh, friend. We… Continue reading