SAGE BLUEBERRY PIE WITH SOUR CREAM VANILLA BEAN CRUST.

Perhaps it’s always been this way, but now more than ever it seems our holidays are signified largely by their gustatory companions. Pumpkin pie means Thanksgiving. Chocolate gelt means Hanukkah. Fourth of July means blueberry pie. Most people could recite…
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HERBY ASPARAGUS POTATO SALAD + A BRUNCH PICNIC.

This post was created in partnership with Naked Juice. All opinions are my own. In the summer, we left Hawaii. We packed suitcases and blew up inflatable neck pillows and got on planes and went places that looked nothing like…
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RAINBOW GREEN SMOOTHIE BOWLS.

When I began to write, it was out of fear. I thought I might forget, or pretend to forget, or pretend to pretend, or grow up. —Miranda July, “No one belongs here more than you.“— I started to dread getting…
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COCONUT RAINBOW POPSICLES | PLUOT VANILLA LAYER.

Hello! Alana, Molly, and I made you coconut rainbow popsicles for #POPSICLEWEEK 2016. It’s a little strange to say, but I honestly look forward to Popsicle Week all year. I love their icy hit of sweetness and tang, their individual…
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ASIAN CHOPPED SALAD WITH PAN-SEARED SESAME TOFU.

This post was created in partnership with Taylor Farms. All opinions are my own. On Wednesday at 4:30pm, my father, his partner Susan, and I exited LA eatery Sqirl after a long, perfectly tangy-crunchy-salty-sweet lunch with Liba and baby Zelda.…
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STRAWBERRY STRACCIATELLA ICE CREAM.

This post was created in partnership with Scharffen Berger Chocolate Maker. All opinions are my own. Heat and heat and heat and rows and rows and rows of soft serve ice cream machines. The streets of Avignon, France were a…
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LEMON-ZESTED SINGLE SERVING BLUEBERRY PANCAKES.

Plath wrote “Daddy” the day after Hughes left her, on the back of a discarded draft of his work, Karen Kukil says, her eyes dancing over the array of Sylvia Plath’s literary viscera on the table before us. There are…
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CUCUMBER MINT COOLER.

I woke up this morning to rain. Real rain, rain that does not demure, does not disappear with a coastal breeze, does not tease. Serious rain. East coast rain. Amherst rain. The sweetest relief. I blabbed my excitement about it…
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ROASTED CORN SALAD WITH PEPITA CILANTRO DRESSING.

Hello from New York! It’s a balmy 80º at 8 am, and I’m already dreading this afternoon’s sweatfest. It went from near-winter to dead-of-summer overnight here, and I’ve arrived just in time for the relentless heat. Initially I’d planned to…
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JALAPEÑO CHEDDAR WAFFLES RANCHEROS.

I made a list of things to tell you once I announced the book—things I had to keep from you while I worked away in secret. It was a strange period, largely because I was so exhausted, completely depleted by…
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