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I have a problem. It’s bright white, plus crunchy and supple on the teeth. My problem is salty, buttery, and oh so alluring. This problem goes well with coconut oil, Maldon salt, herbes de provence,…
I have a problem. It’s bright white, plus crunchy and supple on the teeth. My problem is salty, buttery, and oh so alluring. This problem goes well with coconut oil, Maldon salt, herbes de provence,…
“I don’t see writing as a communication of something already discovered, as ‘truths’ already known. Rather, I see writing as a job of experiment. It’s like any discovery job; you don’t know what’s going to…
Thwack. I smack the knife down, through the yielding flesh of the roasted sweet potato, and onto the white cutting board. This one is ready. Slurp. Time for more coffee before I start. The bitterness, the…
No matter who you are or what you do, sometimes it’s hard to know what to make for dinner. When I was in my 30s and single, I had no one to please but myself. And…
It has been a tough couple of weeks around here. Last week, we decided to surprise Lucy with a trip to Great Wolf Lodge. It was a big splurge, and we kept thinking of other…
Every February, I dove down into murky depths. All through my 20s, and well into my 30s, I moldered. All month long. It happened, in moments, all through the years. But mostly, it was February.…
When I was a kid, salads only meant one thing: iceberg lettuce torn into shreds, chopped-up tomatoes, croutons from a Marie Callender’s bag, and a glug of dressing from a bottle. Mostly, we liked ranch…
It’s the end of February. The earth feels…hopeful. There might be flowers soon. I did see a clutch of crocuses in Seattle last week, so it has to be coming soon. But here, on our…
There were so many moments today. Lu waking up talking, happily, after a few days of being sick. (Antibiotics, when you need them, are pretty miraculous.) Blasting Bill Frisell’s All We Are Saying, his tribute record…
It has taken us nearly seven years, but Danny and I finally know how to clean our kitchen. Don’t worry. It isn’t as dire as it sounds. I don’t mean that our kitchen has been lost…
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