Imagine you’re a teenage girl, and you want to be a rock god: who are your role models? Who’s there to look up to? Who can you respect?
mein burgermeister
I promise I’m not turning into yet another food blogger. That said, two days ago, I got a text message from my boyfriend while I was at work. He had an idea in his head for some amazing burgers, and wanted me to bake buns. So I did. I found [...]
the world is quiet here
Because I’m making art and words and websites and plans. FYI.
bagels!!
Sundried Tomato Bagels and Rosemary Bagels: Everything Bagels at sunset: How’d I do it? With a little help from Smitten Kitchen, naturally.
I made bagels.
Of course the first thing I do when I have a whole evening to myself is decide to bake something so intense, time-consuming, ambitious, and complicated that it borders on madness. But I got to break out the dough hook for my Kitchenaid stand mixer for the first time! A [...]
This is what love looks like
I love to brag about all of the amazing meals my boyfriend makes me here. And I recently realized that I haven’t provided you with nearly enough photographic evidence of all of these gorgeous things. So, here’s the steak we ate Sunday night with pommes frites, and which was followed [...]
time enough at last
I’m terrifically excited about the end of this semester and my time being my own again.
There’s just SO MUCH STUFF that’s fun that I can’t wait to start digging into. First, I need to do something about my website and blog. Every year or so I get bored of the design of my website, and this year I have a very special idea about folding them together
Vocabulary
Taking the T back home from my office, I felt something stiff and papery drop on my shoulder, bounce off my front, and watched it drift to the floor. It settled between the feet of a thin blond kid in a t-shirt with three greek letters; he was shuffling index cards around. “You dropped a flash card,” I told him. “I don’t know if it’s important.”
Justice[s] for all
So, this Souter thing. Interesting.
Mostly, to me, because it opens up the possibility of getting a second (and maybe, eventually—wait for it!—an unprecedented third) woman on the bench. 8-to-1 is simply NOT RIGHT!

