Cheesy Pennies

When I was growing up, one of the many signs of Easter was watching The Sound of Music  on TV.  My sister and I would sit, entranced, gazing...

Way back when, when my husband and I were barely married, we went to visit friends in San Francisco for brunch.  Their house was full of toy...

“I thought of you right away,” my friend said, calling on her way home from the launch of a charity cookbook. “I’m kicking myself for not br...

When we were growing up, my parents threw a lot of dinner parties.   My dad would spend hours making special mix tapes for the reel-to-reel ...

As a middle aged suburban parent, my wild oat sowing days are (mostly) over*, so I am forced to live vicariously through the shenanigans ** ...

But it's not. Instead, it's my contribution to That should be a word * I did manage to push this recipe for Meyer Lemon Butt...

That woebegone "On my nightstand" section of the sidebar over there has been completely pathetic for about a year now. Stale doe...