In my opinion, there are two kinds of cookbooks: there are the straightforward, no-nonsense ones, the ones that might not always have accompanying photos of the food but do always contain matter-of-fact recipe instructions. These ones rely on staple ingredients and are written with the assumption that the at-home chef need not be bothered by editorializing, and is on the hunt for the most expeditious, delicious route to have dinner on the table.

Then, there are the ones that I would put in the “coffee table style” category, the ones that have become so immensely popular, thanks in part to…

I’ll be the first to admit that I’m a glorified Internet foodie. When I have a specific ingredient that I want to use up or have a sudden craving for Indian food or no-knead bread, I will run a quick Google search or scroll through my NY Times cooking app for inspiration.

I follow everyone under the sun that is worth following when it comes to food influencers on Instagram, and I even ventured into Instagram foodie territory myself by creating a separate account last year dedicated to sharing my “quarantine” creations (56 followers and counting!).

This past year has…

Does anyone else feel guilty when you have a fridge full of partially used up ingredients and the only two options on hand are to figure out a way to use them up all at once or to toss them?

I’m not sure why guilty is the knee-jerk response. …

Working from home has recently been rather difficult for me. I am someone who gets energy from being around other people and I miss being able to tell my coworkers about my weekend, or what I made for dinner the night before. I even miss the sometimes sad small talk in the lunch room waiting for fresh coffee to be made.

There isn’t a good answer for what ails me, because it’s what we all are experiencing at the moment. The ups and the downs of a pandemic, the fear of the unknown, the crippling anxiety of getting COVID or…

If old dogs could talk,

What would they say

I am old and my bones hurt

I am tired and I ache

I love you

I cherish you

And yet,

I’ve been thinking about this a lot lately, as we approach what it feels like month 1,000 of quarantine.

I’ve been re-watching one of my favorite old shows, Greek, even though there is a laundry list of new shows I should be checking out. My boyfriend and I recently re-watched The Haunting of Hill House and are currently re-watching Dexter even though we know how both of these end. We find ourselves speeding through season 3 of Dexter just to get to the next one because we know how good season 4 is with John Lithgow. We don’t seem to…

You wake up to your alarm with a pounding headache, a stuffy nose, and you feel like an elephant is sitting on your chest. You audibly moan, grudgingly admitting to yourself that you’re sick, and yet you still drag yourself out of bed, into a hot shower, and out the door at 8 AM for your regularly scheduled work day. …

I did the research, I found the Craigslist ad and communicated with the woman who Brahms would be adopted from. I bought him all the toys and treats I could think of, and approached this whole kitten thing with a very much dog owner mentality.

I grew up with dogs all my life and expected to get the kind of reciprocal attention and love that dogs wholeheartedly dole out if you are the one that feeds them, takes them on walks, plays with them, and gives them belly rubs and head scratches.

As it turns out, cats are very different…

Turnover is hard. It’s hard on senior management, it’s hard on the morale of a team, and it’s especially hard if it directly affects you. And while turnover does indeed happen everywhere, it’s not every day that it involves the departure of a mentor and close friend of yours.

While it’s easy to let the immediate shock of that individual no longer being there every day to get to you — and no doubt understandable — it’s also important to keep a few things in mind as you adjust to his or her absence:

  1. Put your best foot forward. If…

Up until the last two weeks, I was one of those weirdly fortunate people who could count on one hand the number of times I’ve moved in my 26 years of life. In chronological order, my moves are:

  1. From my first home in Illinois to the house that is still occupied by my parents and the place I will always consider home, in Wisconsin.
  2. To my college dorm freshman year.
  3. My first college apartment my Sophomore year of college.
  4. A duplex I lived in my Junior and Senior years of college.
  5. Into a beautiful Victorian mansion-converted-duplex that I lived in…

Caroline Wittenberg

I’m 29 years old and here is what I know about myself: word enthusiast, dog lover, new-found cat lover, over-committer, and oftentimes, loyal to a fault.

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