In many ways, my parents fit the 1970s, San Francisco bay area stereotype of hippy living. My dad drove a a VW camper (pop-up top), my mother made most of her own dresses, they bought groceries from the Co-op, and grew copious quantities of vegetables, fruits, and herbs in our backyard garden.… Read the rest
My husband considers himself the household expert on crepes. Granted, he lived and taught in Paris for a year, owns and uses this fancy crepe machine, and can twirl the batter into a perfect circle using his wooden rabot (this), just like his favorite crepe guy in the 14th arrondissement.… Read the rest
Happy Tuesday, everyone!
It’s finally rain-free so it took less will-power than usual to get out the door and onto the road for a long run.… Read the rest
It’s a cold, wet and grey in my neck of the woods, so I have had plenty of incentive to head to the kitchen and bake.… Read the rest