The other night for family night, I gave everyone in our family a piece of paper and a pen and told them we were going to talk about our gifts and talents. I think when most of us hear the word “talent,” our brains immediately go to the obvious things. Playing the piano. Singing. Sports….
I have avoided making French onion soup for YEARS. In my head it belonged with all the foods that are incredible at restaurants and way too complicated to make at home, which is funny, because my history with this soup goes all the way back to childhood. I grew up in Park City, and one…
Before my sister Emily and I launched our tea company, we tasted hundreds of teas. Hundreds! It felt like being a kid in a candy shop. We’d brew them in batches in my kitchen and taste each one at different points in the steep, at one minute, then two, then three, because the exact same…
Three years ago this month, I lost 40% of the hearing in my right ear. I woke up with a cold and thought my ears just needed to pop. Just your average Utah-in-October cold where your nose is stuffy and your ears feel clogged. Eventually the cold went away, but my right ear never popped….
This post is written in partnership with Dietz & Watson. All opinions, sandwiches, and questionable parenting decisions are my own. There’s a moment every August where I do the math on school lunches and immediately wish I hadn’t. One school year. Three kids. Roughly 180 days. That’s a lot of mornings standing at the counter…
The second the temperature dropped below 60 degrees, my grandma had something simmering on the stove. Every single time. I can still picture her kitchen perfectly, with the Delft tiles on the walls and a pot going on the back burner. She could open a fridge that looked completely empty and somehow pull out an…
The best soup I ever ate had pig’s feet in it. When I was living in Córdoba, Argentina, I tried locro for the first time. I hadn’t eaten much squash before then, and I was blown away by how good it was. Then I found out what was in it. Squash. Corn. Beans. Meat. And…
I am legit riled up about this. I keep hearing stories from people who are dating about going out with someone who asks them ZERO questions. They sit down for dinner and spend two hours learning about his job, his family, his hobbies, his mission, his dog, the weird thing his roommate did in college,…
My dad started a new family tradition this year, and I am completely sold. He calls it SSS: Second Saturday in September. The concept is extremely simple: every year, on the second Saturday in September, our family gets together. This year we golfed. And based on the golfing abilities displayed by several members of my…
I have been wrestling with myself for a long time about whether I’m an introvert or an extrovert because I was raised to be extroverted. I was raised with great communication skills and great people skills. I know how to work a room. I can talk to almost anyone. But I always leave exhausted and…
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