As I scoured the island to find where to get fresh fish and lobster (there are no fresh fish markets since most people fish for themselves), I met a family of fishermen coming in from an afternoon of lobster fishing.
There are few places in this world that stole my heart on the first visit – Lisbon, Tel Aviv, Blue Ridge and San Pedro, Ambergris Caye. And when I mean “stole my heart” – I mean the moment I first wandered the streets of these places, I knew I would return. And return often. WhenContinue reading “Belize & Blue Ridge: Miles Apart, A Heartbeat Away”
I recently took a road trip with my dog Moose. He’s a fat, not-so-old, hound dog that’s become a couch potato since he’s been confined from running free and hunting at will. He is a great cuddler. I set out on a mission to surprise my mom and family in Connecticut and also give the old man a “final” road trip.
It turned out we both got so much more from the trip.
What is Barbecue? Is that one of the most loaded questions in the South? I must admit, I was born in the North. And while my heart is Southern now, I am still one of those uncommitted barbecue enthusiasts. I have a confession to make, and I will apologize now, but growing up, barbecue toContinue reading “Barbecue, BBQ, Bar-b-Q, Barbeque”
Do I want to really say I have been pondering my next blog post for a year? No. But well, I have. And I have had great thoughts and major subversions. And finally, I am here. Computer keyboard and a blank slate. And babbling words. The past year has been a whirlwind. No, not really.Continue reading “Neighbors & Nations”
This New Year brings us exciting news. We worked to create a vision for the next 10 years for our company and part of that was building our restaurant properties to a place where we could own the land beneath our business. Along with that goal, comes many other desires for both creating a placeContinue reading “The Perfect Adoption”
There is such a sense of place for me in Portugal. I have never been able to explain why – it’s just a comfortable feeling like going home. I recognize the people as they pass by me as if I have met them in some other life. I somehow was raised on their cuisine. IContinue reading “Dreaming of Castles & Clams”
I sit, watching the sky darken, and contemplate the task of mucking out our sow’s stall. I need to dispose of the straw she’s kept so warm for her litter this winter, the lice have not died off despite bone-chilling weather. I’ve finished my basic daily chores. I revisit the list in my head. Quail,Continue reading “Springtime Chores”
Farming is a new aspect of my life. Our passion for food and ingredients has always brought us to the doorstep of farmers and markets around the world. From the hawker food stalls in Singapore and Taiwanese night markets to Seattle’s Pike Place, Barcelona’s Mercat de la Boqueria, Tel Aviv’s Food Stalls, and the open-airContinue reading “Farm Girl Learning Curve”
So it’s been a year now since I quit my full-time writing gig. I don’t know what I thought when I quit. That I was going to write the Great American novel in twelve months? Great books have been written in less time. Great books have been written in more time. And horrible books haveContinue reading “Giving Thanks & Baking Our Daily Bread”