I imagine Portugal is warm most of the year. That's probably not true, and I'm worse in meteorology than I am in geography, so don't trust me. That's only how I imagine it.I imagine slowly sloping wooden boats docked alongside rocks in tiny towns with...

The leaves on the tree outside this window are the sultry red that teenage girls dream of wearing on their lips when they are grown and sophisticated. (And then, if you're like me, you realize that this red looks garish on lips, and is certain to...

In 1977, my 11-year-old self felt daring by staying up late for Saturday Night Live. Those were the best years, the Gilda Radner as Emily Litella saying "Never mind" years, the Wild and Crazy Guy when Steve Martin hosted years, the John Belushi as...

Have you noticed? The pumpkins waiting to be plucked from muddy fields, destined to perch on porch steps? Or the way the leaves have started to droop on the trees, even as they grow more vibrant? Or how woodsmoke curls through the air, rising toward...

It has been a busy few weeks around here. Again.Last week, I was honored to be on KUOW's Weekday program, as part of a roundtable discussion about foodblogging, especially because I appeared with my dear friends Molly and Rebekah. If you click on that...