I was married for 10 years. I married the first person I ever dated. We started dating when I was 18, and right off the bat there was no real attraction on my end. But I was completely new to dating — away at college for the first time — and my parents never had conversations with me about relationships or sexuality. So, of course, I deferred to my friends. Dating was what you were  supposed  to do by 18, right? They told me, “He’s not a bad guy. He dresses nice. Give him a s

Pumpkin coffee cake is basically edible comfort — soft, spiced, and cozy enough to make your whole kitchen smell like a hug. The one I saw on IG ( @emilyrangel ) looked like a classic  pumpkin streusel coffee cake  — moist pumpkin base, brown sugar–cinnamon crumb topping, a drizzle of glaze. Photo by Jessica Nichole. Ingredients For the cake: 1 cup unsalted butter (browned — divided; half for the cake, half for the crumb) 1 cup pumpkin purée (not pie mix) ¾ cup brown sugar ½

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I’ve been on a tight budget lately, which means less eating out and more cooking at home. But that also means I’ve been craving the...

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Farmers markets in Southern California promise beauty — heirloom tomatoes stacked like jewels, chalkboard signs, live music. But behind the aesthetic lies a truth: food that feels exclusive, not communal. In Tijuana, Mercado Hidalgo is compact, dense, and overflowing — a place where necessity and community intertwine. In contrast, LA and San Diego’s markets often operate as curated stages for lifestyle and taste. I trace how food markets reveal what — and who — we value.

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Wander. Sip. Repeat. My one-day escape from LA reminded me of one thing: plans are cute, but wandering is divine. My carefully crafted...

The Cookie at the End of the Table There’s something disarming about a restaurant that knows exactly who it is. Connie and Ted’s sits...

I took the subway to Chelsea Market like a big girl. At first, the most confusing part was figuring out which entrance I was supposed to...

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