I have spent the last twenty years being deeply suspicious of tofu. Not a casual “meh, not my thing” kind of suspicion, but a full-on side-eye from across the grocery store level of fear. After having non-tumorous breast lumps removed in my twenties (TWENTIES, Wow, so long ago) and watching several women in my family …
The rest of the country may be defrosting this week, putting on pretty springtime rompers and celebrating spring but here at 7,000 feet in these mountains of southern California, early May mornings mean putting away all garden goodies I took out on that one rare seventy-degree day. There is a snowstorm looming and that makes …
Here in 2026, if you use AI to create high-quality food photos in the wilderness — mostly because in real life you’re inhaling your keto charcuterie lunch like a feral raccoon before you can even unlock your phone — I can almost guarantee someone from a concrete jungle suburb with a name like Thousand Weeping …
Yesterday, somewhere between a completely reasonable ten-mile mountain bike ride and creating a gourmet Pop Up picnic lunch for fifteen guests deep in the San Bernardino National Forest, I decided to take my “waterproof” phone on what I can only describe as a pickle juice swim. Because nothing says springtime vibes like a thousand-dollar device floating …
There are few things in life that smell better than fresh homemade cinnamon raisin bread baking in the oven. Unless you live near a French baker…. My favorite French Bakery, Leucadia’s The French Corner, here in southern California, is 3.5 hours in terrible San Diego traffic south of my rural home cabin. Guess how often …