Guest Postin’ and Avocado Toastin’

Still on the road squeezin’ babies in MN this week, so my cousin Joel (remember him?) is kindly providing a sassy post in my place this weekend. Go figure he’d write up one of the trendiest items in the foodie and food blogger scene. Dang kids are just so ON IT these days. I can’t keep up, dadgummit. Anyway, enjoy — and see you all soon! —————————————————————————————————————– Hey all, it’s another guest post!  Em’s outta town for the week, so you’re stuck with me: Em’s younger, infinitely less cool cousin, Joel. [Editor’s note: pshaw right.] Since I’m pretty unimaginative (read … Read More

Gorgonzola Grilled Plums with Maple Syrup & Chilies

Sometimes there are those evenings when all you want to do is rip open a bag of chips, pour them into a bowl and grab a spoon. Sometimes the spoon is totally optional. (Duh, who eats chips with a spoon?) Sometimes you find yourself with crumbies all up in the micro-knit of the corporate polo you’re wearing. Always you fear what will happen if hubby learns just how many of those crumbies ended up on the couch. Maybe you got down real close and carefully removed each little piece of evidence with the tip of your tongue. Maybe you didn’t. No … Read More

Minted Spring Pea Paté on Crostini (also, #HeatWave2013)

Today has been kind of ridiculous. To start, it’s almost triple-digits here in the Bay Area. Which means, oh, I dunno, it’s almost intolerably hot. I say almost, of course, because it’s actually quite lovely when you take into account the perfect excuse it makes for a beach day. Think tanning, picnic, young adult novels galore and ice cream. Marianne’s Ice Cream, just to be clear. Studded with toffee-coffee goodness and stacked doubly tall in not one but two crannied waffle cones. (The gang’s all here.) Just try and tell me how wonderful a Saturday that does not make. Go ahead. … Read More

Figgy Brie & Roasted Pear Skillet Pizza (and a mini contest!)

I have a confession to make: I’ve never been to New York City. Ok, yes, via Sex & The City, and yes, there was that one time, for work, when I was thoroughly convinced I could Carrie Bradshaw my way from publishing house to publishing house wearing 5-inch heels and pushing a clothing rack through throngs of (thoroughly annoyed) pedestrians all while wearing a handknit shawl and a maxi skirt on a so-humid-it-feels-like-God’s-breath-all-like-hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh-on-your-face kind of day in late May. So yeah, I’ve been there. But not, like, for real, jaknow? Until now. Ok not now, but in June, which is … Read More