Well hello, January. Here I am, nine days in and still trying to catch up and wrap my brain about 2013 and what it means. At the moment, ...

After I posted last week about ways to bring autumn inside , I got a lot of comments about soup. Everyone, it seemed, wanted to know why I h...

When Sean's mom gave us an entire set of Staub cookware a couple of years ago, I remember wondering what on earth I would do with th...

Here's a dish I simply must tell you about: Fried Farro and Dark Greens. I made it for the first time in Point Reyes , but it's sn...

A few weeks ago I made pea soup for M.F.K. Fisher. It sounds kind of silly, but I like to celebrate her birthday every year. I feel s...

Just a taste of what we've been eating while living in a cabin in Pt. Reyes for two weeks.

This pretty little book has gotten some pretty nice press in the past couple of days. Did you see it in T: The New York Times Style Blog o...

The other day I was talking with my friend Meg about being a "late adopter." We both have brand new i-phones and were discuss...

And then, after nearly two weeks of eating alone , Sean came home. Hurrah! And there was nothing else to do but make a man meal . You kn...

Today I want to talk about plans, and how we have a tendency to get all hoity-toity about our goals and loudly broadcast our epiphanies a...

“Life is always changing.”   Yes, I thought from my downward dog position, watching the San Francisco sunlight pour into the yog...

One of the best parts of the holiday week was the abundance of colored leaves on all the trees. I wasn't expecting much. I had hea...

When it comes to writing, one of the things I struggle with most is pretty versus ugly. I want to be honest in my work . But the truth is, ...

The other day, as I was canning some of the fifty-two pounds of tomatoes sitting in my kitchen, I heard the scream of an airplane so close...