Tomorrow is election day and I’m feeling aaaaaaall the feelings. Are you voting? Please vote! I also had a moment in a restaurant the other day where I thought Calder was choking and proceeded to turn him upside down and … wait! there’s more…
I made you soup! It’s what often comes out of my kitchen when I’m feeling hungry but direction-less. I can usually be counted on to have an onion or two rolling around in the back of the fridge (I get anxious when I run … wait! there’s more…
The soup! Finally the soup. Have you ever eaten sunchokes before? They’re a root vegetable, also called Jerusalem artichokes (though they have nothing to do with either, apparently) or earth apples. Earth apples! Sounds like some kind of alien pet … wait! there’s more…
I imagine a “polar vortex” to be a swirling mass of polar bears. Or some sort of high-powered polar bear business conference? …Am I close? Living in California, you see, comes with some benefits. Fresh oranges and avocados, sure, but … wait! there’s more…
Bay area mornings start out nestled under a bed of gray fog, cold and wooly on the eyes. Some days the blanket lifts to reveal blue sky and sparkling sun by noon, and everything is good. Other times the fog … wait! there’s more…
You guys! You are the best. Thank you, thank you for indulging me with your comments and sharing my pancakes. Sorry I hogged the syrup. In other news and happenings, I’d like to inform you that if a person didn’t … 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…
This time of year is fast and furious. Mostly fast and less furious, I suppose, on account of the fact that Elf plays on loop on the cable tv. Elf is good. Zooey Deschanel as a blond doesn’t seem entirely … 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…
We had an unofficial soup-off here the other night, whereby two soups were made, tasted and judged, and one soup was declared the winner. It was a slurpy, soupy fight. It was a battle of epic proportions. Gauntlets were thrown, … wait! there’s more…
