grainy waldorf salad
While doing crunches at the gym today, I was interrupted by a tentative voice. “Can I ask you a question?” said a slim woman stretched out beside me on the mat, a second-year student at…
While doing crunches at the gym today, I was interrupted by a tentative voice. “Can I ask you a question?” said a slim woman stretched out beside me on the mat, a second-year student at…
This post begins a fall series on that best-loved of breakfast foods: The muffin. I am honored to present this inaugural guest post by my mother, Sheri Ward, who inspired the idea to devote my Mondays…
I debated calling this next series of posts “The Unemployment Project, Part I (etc).” Since I’m not sure how long this is going to last, however, I figured I’d spare you from an ever-lengthening string…
On an afternoon last month that could have frozen a habanero, I sipped coffee with an old friend. She’s a loving mother, and one of the most compassionate people I know. She’s one of those…
My love affair with quinoa began a few years ago when a roommate wowed me with amazing salad of the said grain, topped with candied nuts. There was something different about this chewy, fluffy side…