I admit it. I have delayed writing about Italy. It wasn’t because I didn’t want to relive those memories, or because I didn’t want to edit the photos, or because I had a bad experience. It was because writing about it here meant that it was over. Not that every trip I ever take to Italy is over. Just that the particular experience I had is complete. With this post, the circle is made complete. And, it took me a…
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Growing up, I hated coffee. It was so tannic, so bitter, so…ugh. In fact, it wasn’t until I turned 30 that I liked coffee (and I still prefer it with milk and sugar). So,…
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This post isn’t really about rainbow cupcakes. There is a recipe at the end, of course. But, first. On Friday, the Supreme Court of the United States granted same sex couples the right to…
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Alien, treeless landscapes. Eerie, fog-covered swaths of land stretching for miles. Waterfalls that seemed to emerge from nowhere. Iceland had intrigued me since I was twenty. The photos I saw captured a world that…
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When you really want to indulge, it’s hard to pass up these Nutella Cheesecake Bars. So, Sunday evening, I whipped these up. They’re not too sweet (there’s less than a cup of sugar in…
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It was a lovely Memorial Day. We drank and reveled and ate—my god we ate—at Liz’s house. I arrived in the afternoon, about an hour after the party started, to a mostly finished cheese…






