This sandwich was inspired by a lunch we had with my cousin in San Diego and it’s a keeper!
A healthy, flavorful alternative to french fried potatoes.
This is the kind of bowl food I dream about.
I. Love. Cheese.
“Honey, you’re not in Stockholm.”
Home is an idea, I think. It’s not a building. It’s not even people. It’s the feeling that you can rest, without trying to be too much or too little, and just be.
During every Thanksgiving since I can remember, I’ve eaten this jam.
When I arrived at Bucknell as a freshman 9 years ago, I never imagined that I’d someday be moving back to Seattle, driving through campus with a dog and a husband in tow.
Yoga is my temple, my happy hour, my gym, and my therapist. No matter what’s going on in my life, yoga is home.
If you’re going to live in Boston forever, summers are your reward and seasonal amnesia is your coping mechanism.
Another glorious dip recipe, plus an ode to the most terrible apartment I ever lived in
— and the wonderful people who lived there with me.
Moving apartments in Boston constitutes a special kind of hell, one laced with buckets of stress and sweat, plus a side of logistical misery.