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Soft does spring press on, by briefest glimpses of the sun. And eagerly do buds break, warm winds whisp’ring them awake. Quiet pinks and palest yellows shade the undersides of petals. The breeze is...
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CHIAROSCURO blackberry caviar, coconut mousse, coconut crumb, coconut yolk, blackberry puree Hi! To any newcomers, welcome to my blog, and welcome to my project for UChicago’s spring Festival of the...
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Happy national doughnut (donut?) day! Here. Go make these ridiculous beignets from Mandy of Lady and Pups. I’m coughing my lungs up (don’t ask me how I’ve managed to get so freaking sick right before...
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Where do you stand with Mr. S. Claus? Worry not, my friend. Though I have been a bad blogger and neglected to share any holly-day recipes around here (Oreo cupcakes?! In December? Ugh!), I am now...
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I’m lying on the moon My dear, I’ll be there soon It’s a quiet, starry place Times were swallowed up In space we’re here a million miles away There’s things I wish I knew There’s no thing I’d keep...
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“Others have seen what is and asked why. I have seen what could be and asked why not.” –Pablo Picasso Can I tell you a secret? Oh, bother—of course I can. I do it all the time, don’t I? The rush—the...
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They had been elegant in the tree, tiny coquettes blushing more and more until I picked them, then they were minimalist and matte-colored in wooden bowls, so barely furred one couldn’t help but clothe...
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“Today, me will live in the moment unless it’s unpleasant, in which case me will eat a cookie.” —Cookie Monster For me, baking Christmas cookies for all my loved ones is a necessity as much as a...
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Did you think I was a city big enough for a weekend getaway? I am the town surrounding it, the one you’ve never heard of but always pass through There are no neon lights here, no skyscrapers or...
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My blood is a rushing river. My heart is a burning bridge. —Pavana February, how did you come so quickly? And how is it so warm? It is freaking everyone out. I don’t want to enjoy too much, given that...
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