~ concrete jungle where [pizza] dreams are made of ~

One habit that I strive to maintain while living in the States is to continue to explore my surroundings. Whether it be a simple expedition, like discovering a new trail in the Pennypack nature reserve in my backyard, or a more sizable one, such as a weekend trip to a city that I have not yet visited on the East coast, I’m one of those people who require mini-adventures to break up my daily routine.

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recipes for thanksgiving leftovers

I was especially grateful to spend Thanksgiving at home this past week as I was living in Sydney, Australia the year prior. Though I loved being able to go to the beach during late-November evenings, the holiday just did not feel the same without my family by my side. Many of my Australian colleagues and friends did not understand the concept of Thanksgiving, and with the 16 hour time change, I felt even more detached from one of my favorite holidays. This Thanksgiving, I made sure to embrace the chilly fall weather, watch hours of football, share memories with my family, and feast on endless mounds of food.  

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the tale of two käse

Last weekend I went to Oktoberfest at the Cannstatter Volksfest Verein in Northeast Philadelphia. This cultural organization celebrates the customs and traditions of the German heritage. My Oma met my Opa at the existing location, shortly after her journey to America in the 1940s, and it has since remained an important part of our family. The club provides a taste of the homeland for German immigrants and their ancestors.

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