Share:TwitterFacebookPinterestTumblrGoogle+StumbleUponemail When my brother was three, he was convinced, for no known logical reason, that his religion was Mexican. Over time, we were able to convince him that not only are our roots nowhere near Mexico, but that in…
Share:TwitterFacebookPinterestTumblrGoogle+StumbleUponemailI’m not shy about my lack of exposure to ethnic foods. Growing up, pork lo mein was about the most exotic thing that passed my lips. And even then, I’d pick out the onions and the “green things.” (Scallions?…
Share:TwitterFacebookPinterestTumblrGoogle+StumbleUponemail Just when you thought we were done here with apples, I have a cheddar and apple spinach salad. Share:TwitterFacebookPinterestTumblrGoogle+StumbleUponemail…
Share:TwitterFacebookPinterestTumblrGoogle+StumbleUponemailThis weekend I bought myself a present and decided to immediately test it out on a big pot of soup, perfect for one of the first real, true fall afternoons where you really couldn’t wear flip flops because it…
Share:TwitterFacebookPinterestTumblrGoogle+StumbleUponemailOn Sundays I always fantasize about getting all of my laundry, errands and exercise out of the way early so that by 3 or 4 PM, when the sun is still out but the air is turning crisp, I…