Greetings from the frozen wasteland that is the city of Boston! We are currently digging out from under our fourth blizzard in as many weeks. My positive-thinking initiative is still going, but this winter is really trying my patience. I’d complain about the terrible (i.e. non-existent) public transit conditions and the subzero temperatures, but frankly,…
Confession time: I do not like beans. I feel that, as someone who loves food, nutrition, and frugality, this is one of the worst, most shocking things I could possibly say, but it’s true. I have never cared for beans (except for beans that are green, and beans that turn…
Sometime around September of last year, I realized that winter was coming– just like last year, and the year before that, and pretty much every year, come to think of it. Knowing that there was no way to stop it, and knowing that we had no plans to migrate South (at…
I don’t think I can tell you how difficult it’s been to sit in this apartment all day long with these biscuits. Combine their enticing scent, their visual appeal, and my unstoppable appetite for carbs, and it’s a wonder I’ve managed to eat anything else in the last seven hours. One…
First off: I know. It’s a fairly weird move to start off a brand new year of blogging with a recipe for tuna salad, a dish with as many detractors as it has fans. But you know what? I love tuna salad. It almost feels like an insult to my parents’…
Well, hello there. As I mentioned last week, my good camera is out of commission. For the last little while, I’ve been relying on the camera I’ve had since college, a pocket-sized Sony Cybershot that has definitely seen better days, thanks in part to the fact that it lived in my purse for the…
I’ve been watching a lot of Top Chef lately. Not the most recent season, mind you (so no spoilers, please!)– I basically quit watching after season 6 and am just now going back to watch the rest on Hulu. On one hand, watching Top Chef reminds me of all the…
I’ve noticed a trend in social media over the last few weeks: a total backlash against fall in general and pumpkin-flavored foodstuffs in particular. I love pumpkin, but I can understand this. I remember that during my freshman year of college (2005, holy cow), the Starbucks pumpkin spice latte was…
Last week Alex was in Atlanta, singing with Skylark. I’ve gotten used to these nearly-monthly trips, and I’ve even found ways to enjoy the extended periods of alone time. Basically, I use Alex’s absences as opportunities to do things that don’t appeal to him at all; last week, I binge-watched…
In general, I think the word “amazing” is applied a bit too liberally in discussions about food. I’m guilty of it, too, of course; I typed “amazing” into the search bar over there to the right, just to see how many of my posts contain the word, and, uh… it’s…
First, before we get started here, I just want to say: I know. I know. If you’re familiar with carrot raisin salad, you probably picture it as a gloppy mess bound together by mayonnaise, possibly with the horrifying addition of chunks of canned pineapple. I swear to you, that’s not…
Is it too soon to come back to the blog bearing yet another recipe for ice cream? I’ve had my ice cream maker for a little less than three months, and I’ve been using it on a near-weekly basis. There’s something so satisfying about combining a few simple ingredients, putting…
I am a bit of a magazine junkie (read: hoarder). Although I strongly prefer to keep my living areas neat and tidy, I am somehow not bothered by stacks and stacks of magazines. In my living room, there are two file boxes stuffed full of back issues of culture and…
For the last couple weeks in Boston, we’ve been having unseasonably cool weather. This is how I know that I’ve become a more-or-less “real” Bostonian: I am not happy about this. Yes, it makes my bicycle commute a bit more pleasant, and yes, it makes it slightly easier to sleep…
Sometimes when I’m faced with a chore I don’t want to do, or a task I’d rather avoid, I can convince myself to do it by looking at it as a gift to my future self. For instance, Thursday night me definitely does not want to do the dishes, but I know…