This past year we spent some significant time in Peru – as part of our ‘we really should make a point of traveling more’ plan. I was already in love with Peruvian culture and food from the time I spent living in Miami and I’d had the opportunity to visit before.…
This past year was a wild ride. So wild in fact that I am still catching my breath! Here are a few of the adventures: I started writing about local food for Salt Lake Magazine‘s Farm to Table blog. You can find links to my 2015 articles HERE. Our recipes…
I’ve started a new adventure the past couple of months. I’ve always been a fan of Salt Lake Magazine. They do a beautiful spread and great online content about my hometown. I’ve started writing for their online ‘Farm to Table’ blog about local food, farmers, sips and the other exciting…
I find myself at a crossroads. This is not unusual for any of us – it is a daily occurrence. Life’s little happenings continue to happen and we select a path. Our thoughts, actions, decisions and a little happenstance play a role in where we end up at the end…
Food and memory are tied up in kitchen twine together in my heart. Somehow, one does not seem to follow well without the other. I’ve had memories and I’ve had meals; but the moments that seem to ripple the strongest against my internal sounding board are those where the two…
Which salad reminds you the most of warm summer days and family get togethers and gathering around a table to load your plate? Potato Salad? Macaroni? Chicken? Can you taste summer and picture a lazy Sunday afternoon in front of you just thinking about it? I can. If ever there…
I love Peruvian food and Peruvian culture. I first tried Lomo Saltado when I was living and doing volunteer work with the Latino community in Miami. It is Peru’s answer to Mexico’s Fajitas. The beef is salty and the peppers are more sweet than spicy. It has ties to the…
I was never that girl that started planning her wedding at 12 or who envisioned having a husband and kids someday. I pictured a career and a big circle of friends and not much beyond that. I was skittish of anything that smacked of commitment or longevity – really for…
Every-once-in-a-while, Lydia and I have the same day off. Most often it happens to be a weekend day, and there are all the weekend tasks to manage that don’t get managed during the week. This week, we fortuitously had a week day off together. And somehow it just didn’t feel…
Greg and I flew into Istanbul from Rome. Late. We flew into the Asian side – so we had to take a bus for an hour to get to the modern European side. From there we had to take a taxi (a harrowing experience) to the Old City where we…