Photo by Ben Lodge on Unsplash My culinary memories begin with my family. My mother’s guidance through global flavors: escargots, gefilte fish, artichokes, caviar, and fondue, for example. My grandmother’s… Read more "A Snob’s Guide to Restauranting"
March, 1988 We knew it all along, didn’t need a judge to tell us. But maybe he did. Besides, it was a way for me to finally… Read more "Finding Lost Family"
When you need a break from the laptop, and a quick, creative nosh ... It's a bit wobbly, but so am I. 😜 Beets stacked with goat-ricotta… Read more "Beet Break"
Oh Seattle, you ole salty dog, you. I was just nowhere near your neighborhood. But I was looking for a little fresh air, and, well, you do… Read more "Oh, Seattle"
When it comes to Nana's biscuits, all notions of healthy dieting fly completely out of the window. Biscuits ... Butter ... Homemade Fig Preserves ... Coffee. Yes,… Read more "Can’t. Help. Myself …"
Living in the past is not an option. For years now, the universe has been telling me to get rid of stuff. It's necessary as part of… Read more "Biscuits + Yesterday + Tomorrow = Today"
One of the biggest inspirations France gives me is cooking/eating. On that note, tears of inspiration filled my eyes recently while walking down my old Paris neighborhood’s…… Read more “I Love it When a Plan Comes Together”
My cankles are throbbing. My glands are slightly swollen, and that weird little cough I get when I’m exhausted and have been drinking too much coffee and…… Read more “What a trip …”
After a few necessary days of work and rest, I’m finally able to sit down and breathe in the under-80ºF morning air. Utter bliss, aside from the…… Read more “Eating Nola”
“It’s just as important for a gourmand to know the strengths and weaknesses of his stomach as for a general to know the morale and strength of…… Read more “Paris’ Culinary Dreams Lost … and Found”