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.…
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…
Over the weekend I ended up at an impromptu girls night in. We ended up gathered around a table with simple appetizers. Don’t all gatherings, at least the good ones start around a table? It was one of those perfect nights. Warm, but not too warm right at the golden…
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…
When Italy comes to mind, Italian food is not far behind. And then next thoughts tend towards pasta. Or gelato. Or cheese. Or pizza. Or gelato. (Yes, gelato is deserving of a double mention, since I tend to eat it twice daily when I am there) The thing missing from…
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…
Barcelona has to be one of my favorite cities in the world. I haven’t visited in over 10 years, but it left such an impression on my that I still dream Gaudi dreams. The city on the sea – like any port city is a mix of languages, culture and…
Denver is practically my home away from home. Between friends and work I find myself in the Mile High city on a regular basis. With the bracing air, the panoramic views and the conspiracy-theory airport, I always relish my visits. This month I flew out to visit my best friend,…
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…