13 February 2011
Who knew that burned cannellini beans smelled like coffee? While lost in recipe editing one afternoon, the smell of malty coffee filtered into the room. This was unexpected. I was the only one home, and I hadn’t made coffee. Upon entering the kitchen, the source was obvious. I had scorched a pot of cannellini beans. [...]
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4 December 2010
It takes gloves, a hat, a baggy, water-resistant jacket, and a pair of jeans tucked into rubber boots to prepare oneself to shovel a driveway. I still take inventory of these things before I head out the door. Even after more than five years of living in Chicago, I’m still a newcomer to snow. Growing [...]
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