There’s not much in this life I enjoy more than strolling and sniffing out the week’s new treasures at an open-air market, careening from one deceivingly innocuous stall to another, only ...
It’s been a doozy of a summer in our neck of the woods, but I wanted to pop in to say a quick hello and introduce you to our favorite go-to light dinner I happily made for my second guest featu...
I was born in Vietnam, but don’t have memories of it. All I know about the details of the first four years of my life, I know only through the stories told to me by my parents, aunties, uncles...
Summer’s here. And these past weeks, we’ve been eating our meals under the stars like it’s our job. We’ve also been consuming quinoa with relatively the same amount of healt...
I spy, with my little eye, something beginning with ‘C‘. Clouds sure are pretty; Cows are mighty cute; and Cats may be cuddly, but nothing—absolutely nadda, can top the wide-eyed, c...
As we finished up dinner last night, I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. Laugh as a result of the delicious delirium which ensued after such an epic cant-stop-licking-your-fingers -kind-of-meal, o...
Lately, I’ve been thinking a lot about pairs. So much of the world is replete with pairs. A pair of jeans, a pair of earrings, a pair of chopsticks, a pair of lungs, Bert and Ernie, Thelma and Loui...
Isak Dinesen once wrote, “The cure for anything is salt water: sweat, tears or the sea”. Besides penning the novel, which later, was adapted into my all-time favorite movie, I’m co...
It started simply enough. Innocently enough. Somehow, someway, somebody snuck not one, not two, but three bunches of baby beets into our home. Given the fact that I’m a lifelong, card carryin...
When we first discovered farm fresh eggs down the street from our Island home back in Washington, my husband suggested it would be THE perfect opportunity to make Dippy Eggs and Soldiers. Huh? Flum...
Dear Christmas in Paris, Why did you have to end? We were SO good together. Please write back. I miss you. Love, Hopeless in California. I’ve been reciting this love letter in my head, day...
Sometimes, when I’m stumped and fresh out of ideas in the kitchen, I’ll turn to my husband for suggestions. “Honey, how should I prepare the potatoes tonight?”, I ask. The w...
I’m a big fan of underdogs. Give me Seabiscuit, Daniel-san, or Watts any day (come on, you know you had a mad crush on Eric Stoltz, too). Or more recently, for all you baseball fans out there...
Happy cows come from California. Happy cows come from Point Reyes.
“i was a little girl alone in my little world who dreamed of a little home for me. i played pretend between the trees, fed my houseguests bark and leaves, and laughed in my pretty bed of green....
Our new home is nestled in a small village at the foothills of Mt. Tamalpais. The village is charming and quaint. Full of cafés, antique shops, the sweetest little 80-year-old, family owned and ope...
Today, I was flipping through old photos of a trip my husband (then boyfriend) and I took to Mexico back in 2003. I remember having to explain the concept of a “beach holiday” to my fair...
This past week, Christmas arrived early. Without warning, our once demure, innocent, sweet fig tree who quietly welcomed us home everyday, out of the blue, let out a ferocious roarrrr! and unleashed...
As the sun turns my shoulders one happy shade darker, I know Summer’s signature long, lazy afternoons are here to stay. ‘Tis the season for sipping icy cold lemonade from porch swings, n...
During this lifetime, I’ve moved 17 different times and lived in 17 different homes. I wasn’t a military brat, nor was I raised by a band of roaming gypsies or a pack of hungry wolves (t...
When my husband and I first started dating, I understood about every third word that came out of his mouth. Or, if he were telling this story, he’d say, “every turd word…out of my ...
It’s hard to complain about anything in life when I sit down for a meal involving the word, Crab and the word, Dungeness. As much as those last-meal-before-you-die-type games wreck my fickle b...
I admit it…I’m simply over the moon! I’m so honored to be featured on the In the Kitchen With series on Design*Sponge. When Grace and Kristina asked me to share a recipe, I knew I...
What our tiny Island farmers’ market may lack in quantity, it makes up for in quality. Over half of the farmers are local to the Island, which means they travel, on average, only five miles or...
I love Hugh Jackman. I love every film, musical and play he’s starred in. Even the not-so-good ones. Take Kate & Leopold, for instance. Standard fare romantic comedy on the brink of bei...
On our last trip to Paris, Tony and I rented a little pied-à-terre, graced with a balcony facing magnificent centuries-old buildings, brightly-colored tiny shops, and a friendly street. Most morning...
French poet, novelist and playwright, Victor Hugo, once wrote, “Winter is on my head, but eternal spring is in my heart”. I dote on this lovely sentiment, even though, reality feels more...
2010. My god, 2010: the start of, not only a new year, but an entirely new decade. (Gulp). Not so long ago, it seems, I was still daydreaming of running off to Japan with Ralph Macchio and master...
“Winter must be cold for those with no warm memories”. I don’t know how many times I’ve watched and recited this line, in perfect unison, with Deborah Kerr from the classic A...
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