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I swear as soon as we wind our clocks forward and tackthat extra hour of daylight to our evenings, Im sure its summer. Im sure its time for a new pair of (now age appropriate) jean shorts, time for pink w...

Good morning Good morning! Happy Sunday! This week found me in Seattle, all up in my sisters ice cream kitchen. In Portland, eating some of the best pasta Ive had in a great while. In San Francisco taking a bike tour around the Mis...

I feel like Ive been chasing cold, spitty early Spring rain around the country these past few weeks. From New York to Boston to Chicago and Seattle its been one chilly and bone-damp adventure. Im not complaining...

Other peoples pasta. Making other peoples pasta is not like wearing someone elses clogs, or using someone elses hair brush. Its not about fitting your form into someone elses, but sometimes it does feel simila...

Hello my friends, How have you hustled through the week? Likely with strong legs and a brave face because thats just how we do things. This week I released my third cookbook which honestly and truly blows my little baker mind...

Ive been walking around the Los Angeles International Airport (a place that feels like a city unto itself) in a sweatshirt that reads Tacos, Tequila, and Tan Lines. Its not generally my style to wear clothing with written messages ...

Hello my friends! Please accept thisshorter offering of Sunday reads this week. Please also accept my relentless requests that you cook from my new cookbook Over Easy and join me out in the world for cooking demos and book signings ...

This salad was born of having absolutely nothing in my refrigerator to eat. At least thats exactly what it feels like when I open the refrigerator doors and find lettuce, and a hunk of cucumber, almost past strawberries, and a little nugg...

There was a time when I thought only a wizard, or my dad, could whip eggs into that elusive, glossy, tall and fluffy, stark bright meringue white. Meringue arent reserved for wizards (or baking dads). We can have our own as ...

I reserve my Saturday nights to write these posts. Its become my favorite time of the week. Thank you for sharing that with me in the way that you do. This week I took a mid-week jaunt (is that an annoying word?) to New York City fo...

It always felt like my parents were early adopters to the whole health-food kick of the 1980s. If you werent around then or you werent old enough to be scarred by tofu-heavy dinners, you might not understand. Health fo...

This is a post about what I do at home while reading the newspaper and eating spicy eggs and rice on a Sunday morning. It involves listening to podcasts about crime and murder. If that last sentence left you with wide eyes and a face or ter...

Hello sweet friends! It feels like ages ago now, but last Tuesday was fine (and really quite fat) indeed. We celebrated the last day of Mardi Gras in grand fashion with the last of the beads and parades and floats and headdresses and my go...

How to say Congratulations youre moving in together!. How to say, Life is hard, but youve got this and Im here to help!. How to say Thank you for having my back!. How to ...

When you grow up in a family of very enthusiastic eaters, you come to realize that everyone has their own preferred flavor. My flavor was strawberry. I like strawberry just fine but I think the obsession stemmed back to an early Strawberry Short...

Hello my friends, Its the height of Mardi Gras season which you feel very viscerally when you live in New Orleans right now. Theres music in the streets, beads in the trees, and maaaany a tourist-friend in town. I took a short brea...