Now that I actually have a job ( my dream job, as a cleaning lady in a kindergarten ) my weekends have taken on extra significance. I used t...

As a kid, my family went on a "BBQ Tour of the South" to find the greatest version of BBQ sauce on offer. I don't totally reme...

Although you know I LOVE Valentines Day , I almost always end up not celebrating it with the object of my affections. Last year I was away f...

Every so often the New York Times has a huge food section article with like, 101 ideas for salads or 101 ideas for grilling . My Dad usuall...

Why is it, lately, that every bit of good stuff has to come with equally proportionate bad stuff? (I know, that was really eloquent, let...

So wouldn't you know that just when I get this awesome trio of faux-micro lenses for my camera AND cook up Viva Vegan's feijoada twi...

Perhaps a future chapter in my autobiography will read as follows: "I shall always remember the first occasion on which I realized that...

January : The Black Sea, Bagels, and Beans February : Poverty-inspired flour mania- Pancakes, Spaetzle and Gnocchi from scratch March : My ...

The Russian Tea Room in NYC Aaaaah, the holidays. Those precious occasions when you stare at departures screens f...

Hello my nice relaxed and calm blog friends. What, you're not all sitting in your warm houses baking cookies, content with the fact that...

Ah, my first real winter in Berlin. So far I've been torn between thinking, "Bah, I hate this weather, these gray skies, the fact t...

Well, I guess its time to admit that the end of Vegan Mofo was a big fail for me. This can be attributed to two factors: A.) I was in Englan...