I caved the other day and bought a box of raspberries. When I saw the carton at Trader Joe’s, I remembered Bainbridge Island. Our family friends live there, a tiny island off the coast of Washington ...
My dad picked me up at the Seattle airport when I flew home for winter break. Throughout the semester I’d grown used to the unfamiliar – a different hostel every weekend, foreign customs, menus I cou...
First, I noticed the doors. I took a bus from Menara airport to Djemaa El-Fna, a large square in the heart of Marrakech’s old city. The bus swerved through a sea of motorized bikes, past flat stretch...
Standing before the counter, I meant to order a double scoop of stracciatella for one simple reason – after a week in Italy, the chocolate-flecked gelato remained the only flavor I could pronou...
I flew to Rome last Monday with a single black backpack containing everything essential for a week-long romp through Italy. To be completely honest, I’d been having a bad week. It didn’t ...
When I originally set this weekend aside as a stay-on-campus weekend, I couldn’t help but feel disappointed. It was a smart idea for a couple reasons… Midterms are next week, my past few trips have b...
I’m sitting on a windowsill, trying to write this post, but I keep getting distracted. There’s the jet lag I can’t seem to shake. I find myself asleep throughout lunch and wide awake at three in the ...
Everybody has guilty pleasures. For my mom it’s a hot croissant, one with crispy edges that flake all over her lap. Maybe you have a friend like my floormate J-, who herds people out of the room on T...
Red Velvet cake, a layer of cheesecake, and cream cheese frosting. August makes me think of peach skin against my lips, of yellowing grass, and inevitably of the coming school year. I remember exactl...
For a long time, I’ve wanted to live in a city. Two semesters in college have confirmed this. Sometimes I think Boston won me over just as much as the college tour. I see the parks as my quad, the ne...
Ten days in LA weren’t enough. As the plane lifted, I caught my last looks at California through the gauzy clouds. I was already thinking about the restaurants I couldn’t try, the neighborhoods...
Pulled pork tacos. Mexican cokes in slim, tapered glass. A bowl of kumquats, gem-like, straight from tree to counter. And food trucks selling $21 foie gras PB & J sandwiches – welcome to LA! It’s...
So I’m officially a college sophomore. Could my freshman year have gone by any faster? After classes ended, I headed up to Maine to spend a week with my boyfriend I- and his family in the pine tree s...
It takes exactly two minutes to walk from my dorm building to the restaurant where I work. I know this because I usually tumble out of bed, still sluggish from my afternoon nap, and throw my work clo...
I’ve wanted to be a journalist ever since the 9th grade. My reasons then were few but passionate – I wanted to use the written word to uncover the truth, to change my community, to travel and inspire...
Inspiration has hit me again. Pretty hard. And this time I think it’ll be harder to shake. I had some free time between classes, so I went to the store. For the first time in my life, I bought myself...
17 and Baking turns two years old this week. I almost missed it. In the past, I spent afternoons alone in the kitchen, flour dusting my palms and lots of quiet thoughts in my head. Afterwards I wrote...
This morning I woke up with an inexplicable craving for bubble tea. Instead I ate a bowl of cereal and made it to class barely on time. I took notes, asked questions, and when I walked out the door, ...
It’s the middle of the week and I’m ridiculously happy. I feel like saltwater taffy, like glass beads sitting in sunlight, like rainbows from the garden hose. I’m so excited to FINA...
One of the most important lessons I’ve learned so far second semester? Bundle up. Sometimes when I step outside it hurts to inhale, like the breath freezes in my lungs. Snow packs into the spaces bet...
I spent my last day in Seattle with my parents. We woke up early and got pancakes at one of our favorite dives, a run-down little restaurant near the airport. I spent the afternoon at home with Dad a...
Even as a little kid, I liked flying home. Not the chaos of the security checks, the trip itself, or even the weary drive back to our house. But I love that first step outside SeaTac Airport. When I ...
Dear Mom and Dad, I know it’s been a while. A long while. I’m sorry that I’ve stopped sending daily photos – it’s because I don’t have any photos to send. And I know I haven’t called in weeks. Every ...
I’ve missed this. I’m sitting on a Greyhound bus, long after sundown, and all I can hear is the quiet murmurings of other passengers and the soft clicks as I tap my keys. For the holidays, I’m headin...
I’m sitting in the dining hall, eating breakfast in the same black collared button-up and black slacks that I wore to work yesterday. Last night, long after midnight, after I finally staggered out of...
When I arrived at school, I came with every intention of getting super involved. I wanted to be that person – the person who squeezes in a few too many clubs and activities, the person who come...
My cereal bowl. The only piece of dinnerware I own. I’m in love with life right now. It’s unabashed. It’s warm and fuzzy. It’s happier than I thought I could be. I’m upd...
Last night, someone put up a video of my high school’s 2010-2011 homecoming assembly. For a moment I was brought back to senior year – I knew exactly how the new seniors felt sitting in those bleache...
I’ve never gone this long without baking. I realize now that I took everything back home for granted – ingredients, books, supplies. Here, I don’t even own a fork. I miss my glossy black oven and my ...
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