The best part of having a sister who’s getting married in September is that she will invite you to join her cake tasting committee. To “help.” (You’re so helpful!) Also that she has found her match and will embark upon … wait! there’s more…
Pie! A light and creamy one, covered with bright and juicy strawberries. For you. Love, me. So. Yeah. That’s all, really. Need I say much more? I think it’s safe to say that this has been a rough week, and … wait! there’s more…
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: I’m not that into St. Patrick’s Day. I mean, I don’t even know the guy. I don’t own a green plastic hat, have never gotten belligerent with green beer or even … wait! there’s more…
YOU GUYS. I’m back with the Meyer lemons again. I can’t stop won’t stop singing their praises, it seems. But the things a Meyer lemon can bring! So many wondrous and enchanting and damn good things. Things like lemon almond … wait! there’s more…
For you! Just in time for Valentine’s Day. I’m setting you up with a date. I saw that eye roll, missy. Don’t worry! This date won’t be boring or bland or jealous of your Days-Of-The-Week underpants. Nope. This date is … wait! there’s more…
I mean. Can I get a yeah girl? YEAH GIRL. The day I made these drippy little drip cakes was a day full of lessons. Lesson 1: Don’t get greedy with the batter. Stop just over halfway. Don’t you creep … wait! there’s more…
I tried a juice cleanse once. Okay fine, twice. Turns out trying is not the same as succeeding. Suffice it to say, I’m not the juice-cleansing kind. So? Cinderella never juice-cleansed. I don’t think. I’m trying to be more like … wait! there’s more…
Thanksgiving 2012 was… eventful. At my house, anyway. The events that went down are twofold: first, my sister got engaged. ENGAGED! To John! There was a proposal on a bench and a diamond and everything. There were hugs and elation … wait! there’s more…
I’ve been wanting to tell you about this caramel recipe for awhile, but then it was suddenly upwards of 90 degrees here and I was too busy panting my way up the stairs (four flights, come on!) and standing directly … wait! there’s more…
Yes yes I know, you’re all hot and sweaty and unable to eat anything but watermelon and gazpacho and so, SO HOT. Well, I’m not. Here in San Francisco, the place where summer goes to die, apparently, it’s not hot. … wait! there’s more…