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Hot Smoked Salmon Dip
Are you hosting any of the holidays this year? I’ve never hosted Thanksgiving or Christmas on my own, but I’ve often been tasked with bringing part of the meal. The trickiest task to me is bringing an appetizer. What won’t upstage the main dishes by being too filling or too similar in flavor? This year, I’m going for a warm, gooey Hot Smoked Salmon Dip.
Easy Strawberry Cheesecake Tart
What does your summer look like? I just spent a week in NYC (see my Instagram for the evidence of every delicious thing I ate) and it was spectacular! But I admit that sweating down the sidewalk like a lump made me appreciate San Diego so much more.
Returning this weekend to breezy mid-70s sunshine and palm trees kicked me into summer planning mode. Here’s what I want to accomplish, read, write, and eat in the next month. How about you?
Easy Lemon Cream Sugar Cookie Bars
I hope you’ll join me in the comments to share stories of when you changed your mind. As a reminder, this is a series to prompt one another to be vulnerable, be sincere, and listen — not to argue or debate. So, when have you changed your mind?
Coconut Cream Sugar Cookie Bars
This is the first story in the I Changed My Mind series, where I’m going to share stories of times I changed my mind about significant beliefs in order to model vulnerability and nuance, something I think is lacking in our public discourse right now. Hop back to the series introduction to read about what inspired this collection!
I hope you’ll join me in the comments to share stories of when you changed your mind. As a reminder, this is a series to prompt one another to be vulnerable, be sincere, and listen — not to argue or debate. So, when have you changed your mind?
I changed my mind about politics after voting in my first election. (more…)
Pumpkin Bread Stuffed with Chai Cheesecake
It always feels like when I have the most stories to tell, I find myself silent under their weight. When Mike and I broke up years ago, I just lost all my words for awhile. My thoughts were traveling a million miles a minute, making all the connections, tying the hum of a rusty refrigerator in Missouri to a gauze of silence in Denver. I have those threads sewn up in my heart but the stories take too much work to form. Not too much, but more than I’m ready for each week.
Moving to California has been the same way.
