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Welcome to my blog. I document my adventures in travel, style, and food. Hope you have a nice stay!
Welcome to my blog. I document my adventures in travel, style, and food. Hope you have a nice stay!
All in Salads
It’s early September but NYC is holding on to the heat. If I had my way, winter would be a place you visit, summer would drag on forever and salads for dinner would never go out of season
We’ve had quite the winter in Boston. It was cold, it was bitter and now that it’s finally over I can’t help but wear sandals and leave windows open despite the chilly April wind. I don’t care if it’s too cold – we survived a 5-month arctic night, the last two months of which were particularly bleak weather-wise – we deserve to celebrate any way we want.
Since coming back to the US (my parents’ house, more specifically), I’ve let someone else do the cooking. It’s not that I’ve lost my kitchen mojo completely, it’s just that my parents have it in spades
As I near the end of my pregnancy, I’m starting to hit all the positive pregnant boxes. For example, I clean for fun. Every day.
There’s a point in every girl’s life when she realizes she’s slowly becoming her mother.
It might be the way you complain about bad drivers, the way you hold yourself, or the way you baby talk to your dog. Or maybe that’s just me.
Ah, the royal wedding. I had an especially delicious time watching it because A. we made coronation chicken salad and B. I was joined by one of my favorite people in the world: my friend Ali, who dropped in from NYC to hang out, teach me how to shop in Sydney, eat us out of all our Easter chocolate, and generally bring some sunshine to our lives.
Attending law school requires industry. No, they haven’t asked us to make our own desks – at least, not yet. And so far this take home exam I’m working on has required patience, apt page-turning skills, use of fancy words and caffeine, but no industry. I’m taking industry when it comes to lunch.
Full disclosure: for the last three days I have subsisted on a diet of oyster crackers, Cap’n Crunch, english muffins and Vitamin water. Sometime after a predictably raucous
Here at The Shortlists’ mother den, things can get a little out of control. Annual homeward migrations mean nonstop runs of long, boozy dinners in and out.
One of my favorite things about living in Australia is knowing that as Thanksgiving and the holidays roll around, so will summer. Though I miss autumn in New England for a million reasons – apple picking, foliage, carving pumpkins, Indian summer
I really don’t know what to call this. It’s not really caponata, which is an amazing Sicilian dish, kind of a cold, fried eggplant-heavy salad with celery, capers, tomatoes and olives. But it’s not too far off, either.
Though I really shouldn’t complain about Sydney’s weather, which is, more often than not, mind-blowingly perfect, today is chilly (which means around 60°F or 15°C) and wet.
Beets have a bad reputation. Lots of people associate them with their poor, canned brothers or painful childhood dinners involving Polish grandmothers and ultimatums.
