Food

Food

LAVENDER BLUEBERRY GALETTE.

This post was created in partnership with Williams-Sonoma for the KitchenAid® Artisan Mini Stand Mixer. All opinions are my own. Just over a month ago, I made a blueberry pie for you. A sage blueberry pie, which was also a…
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CORN & FENNEL CHOWDER WITH CHIVE FENNEL OIL (VEGAN).

This post was created in partnership with Milkadamia. All opinions are my own. Technically, I’ve been single for two years, five months, and three days. In that time, I have been on Tinder, OkCupid, Bumble, Coffee Meets Bagel, Hinge, and JSwipe…
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WHITE PEACH & SAGE JAM.

  On one of my father’s first visits to Los Angeles, I took him up to TreePeople, an urban forest in Coldwater Canyon. Neither of us had been before, and we quickly took to the trails, scurrying up hillsides to…
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HERBY NECTARINE, AVOCADO & FETA LITTLE GEM SALAD.

I was looking forward to it all week, almost as eagerly as I’d been eating this perfect summer salad: Wednesday night would mark the airing of James Cordon’s Carpool Karaoke with First Lady Michelle Obama. There were other epic Karaokes…
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VEGAN MINT CHIP SMOOTHIE.

Good morning, sweet ones. I stopped and started this post several times, because each time I began, I found myself writing something darker than the time before. My heart has been heavy. Heavy with Nice. Heavy with the United States.…
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SAGE BLUEBERRY PIE WITH SOUR CREAM VANILLA BEAN CRUST.

Perhaps it’s always been this way, but now more than ever it seems our holidays are signified largely by their gustatory companions. Pumpkin pie means Thanksgiving. Chocolate gelt means Hanukkah. Fourth of July means blueberry pie. Most people could recite…
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HERBY ASPARAGUS POTATO SALAD + A BRUNCH PICNIC.

This post was created in partnership with Naked Juice. All opinions are my own. In the summer, we left Hawaii. We packed suitcases and blew up inflatable neck pillows and got on planes and went places that looked nothing like…
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RAINBOW GREEN SMOOTHIE BOWLS.

When I began to write, it was out of fear. I thought I might forget, or pretend to forget, or pretend to pretend, or grow up. —Miranda July, “No one belongs here more than you.“— I started to dread getting…
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