This past Saturday, with weather that rivaled perfection, I celebrated turning a quarter of a century old, accompanied by two of my best friends and my boyfriend. I typically despise the attention that arrives on May 3rd, since it builds an unwarranted amount of pressure, but I welcomed a relaxed picnic in the shade. After we finished our assortment of cheeses, caprese sandwiches and red velvet cupcakes, we headed over to an adjacent park with bare feet and full stomachs.
Winter Minestrone Soup
In Mill Valley, most evenings are met with a thick layer of fog that rolls over the mountains from the bay. After a long day of school or soccer practice, I loved pulling into the driveway and smelling my dad's cooking wafting through the kitchen window. I've always been a ...read more