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make our summer
There are a few things you are never allowed to do in my house. You never turn away a puppy who comes sniffing for attention. You never run out of chocolate. And you do not ever say no to a cupcake. I...
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when a bunch of bananas call
I’ve been having a difficult time getting here for the last few days. Let’s blame it on day jobs for now. Mornings are spent hurtling headlong towards a deadline that’s looming up like a monster,...
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embellished with sea salt
So apparently, I suffer from insomnia. I have recently taken to waking up at 2 am in the morning to bake vodka-brownies and cook mint-garlic chicken. This is what happens when you have illusions about...
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to the sailor, on his 57th
Dear readers, It’s been three weeks and I’ve missed you. And although this post is sorely outdated, I thought maybe you’d like to read it. I think I was about two years old. Yeah about that much, when...
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to explain the coconut
So far August has been a month of revelations. Apart from being irritatingly monsoon-y, that is. First there was the fact that I actually enjoy cookies. Quite an eye-opener. Then, Saturday at the...
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the banana bread bandwagon.
Anywho, we made it. The bananas and I. We made it right into, and you may want to sit down for this, my first banana bread. Yes, I know. I’ve been missing a lot in my life. I’ve missed out on...
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sunday and other things.
It has been a weepy Sunday so far. You know how we feel about Sundays out here. Especially one that comes with a side of soft rain pitter-pattering against the bay windows. The kind that fails to pull...
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Lemon cake to comfort us
Hellooooo. I have cake! And some news. But I will totally understand if you skip the news and scroll right down to the cake recipe. The travel startup I started with Priya, a while back is in its final...
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32 years. And salted butterscotch.
32 years. THIRTY TWO YEARS! Sometimes it feels like I’m 22, bent over on rolls of tracing paper at my college drafting board, wondering when I’ll hear the roar of motorcycle engines outside, signalling...
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