The Dormestic Goddess

“What kind of dressing do you have?” “Well, we’ve got 1000 island, balsamic vnaigrette, blue cheese, French, ranc...

I’ve never been one of those people. The ones who “do lunch.” You know, the fancy people who always seem suuuuuper busy b...

Thanksgiving weekend is full. Full of family, friends, and food. There’s also a fair amount of shopping, coffee drinking,...

I have this friend, let’s call her Peg, who doesn’t really “do” vegetables. She doesn’t buy them, rarely eats them, and certainl...

There are a few questions I don’t like being asked. “What size jeans are you?” “Did you want that with whipped cream?” “C...

I’m having an affair. With my jean jacket. Wait, is that weird? To be in love with an item of clothing? Definitely Proba...

I’ve been thinking about Baltimore a lot lately. Around this time last year I visited a friend from school there and had one of the best w...

I can’t even think of a witty story or anecdote to go along with this salmon. I think that’s because it’s nothing particularly special. It...