Okay. I know what you’re thinking. (Because, along with the rest of my vast array of talent, I am also a reader of minds. It’s amazing.)
You’re thinking, Really? She’s doesn’t even HAVE kids. I’m so done with this. Someone go make me a sandwich. Read the rest of this gem…
“I wouldn’t mind picking up a wok while we’re here.”
I glanced at Mei, my dad’s wife, who happens to be Chinese and is also an amazing cook. I tried to gauge her reaction to my news, but her face was blank. The woman is intensely nice, but she’s got a poker face that would make Clint Eastwood squirm during a friendly backyard game. Read the rest of this gem…
The handle wouldn’t turn.
Shi– oot.
I’d promised myself that here, I wasn’t going to swear.
Okay. So I don’t actually know about “rules” for a kitchen layout. And I’m certainly not a professional. But I’ve remodeled two of my own kitchens, and so far I have a 100% satisfaction rating when it comes to layout. That makes me an expert of my own domain. Read the rest of this gem…
Introducing my new local travel series. Read the rest of this gem…
Recipe for Thai fish curry with shallow-fried basil. And a really inappropriate joke at my sister’s expense. Read the rest of this gem…
I’ll tell you what. It’s photos of projects like Christina’s, which I posted on Friday, that have the power to either kick a huge motivational boot to my butt or just make me want to give up entirely. Read the rest of this gem…
How to build a plumbing pipe closet organizer. Redux. (Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery!) Read the rest of this gem…
A culinary vacation. I’m (finally) embracing the unknown and good things are happening. Very good things. Read the rest of this gem…
Some of you know that, as a freelancer, I occasionally photograph and write house tours for Apartment Therapy. My friend Jaime encouraged me to apply for the gig a couple of years ago, and my inner voyeur — the one who thinks dusk is the perfect time to walk the mutts because that’s when people turn their lights on but don’t close their drapes — leapt at the prospect of actually getting paid to look inside people’s houses.