“Hey, I thought about you yesterday. You like recipes don’t you?” “I do!” “Well, I’ve got one for you. Noni Puffs. (Like Sfinge.) Here, write it down. You got a pencil?” I feel myself grinning as I listen to this voice from my past. Aunt Dee. My mother’s brother’s wife, one of the many women
Recently, I had the distinct pleasure of interviewing Amy Meissner in the context of my Luscious Legacy Project. The conversation was so rich and we covered so much ground … from legacy to art to writing to nourishment … I just knew I had to share her genius with a much wider audience. This post
image source: flydenver.com Arriving the recommended two hours prior to departure always seems like such a virtuous accomplishment. I enter the TSA PreCheck lane eager to get through security so that I can grab one last bite of Colorado cuisine before boarding my plane. Maybe even a bison burger. I’ve never eaten a bison burger
How do you stay so thin? The question was innocent enough. I had been posting my food forays from France all week and believe me, when I travel to France, it’s no holds barred. It’s the one place I can enjoy a loaf of crusty glutenFUL bread and not worry that someone is going to
I have been holed up in my writing cave for the past few weeks, barely coming up for air let alone those gorgeous meals I love to share. Today I sat down to write this post and I found myself kind of wordless. I know, hard to believe, right? I’m rarely at a loss for
I try to limit my social media interaction to just one or two venues since keeping up with all that is just … too much. So even though Pinterest is like eye candy for the visually inclined (that would be me) and I use it more as a digital filing cabinet than an active place
Don’t hate me. I love everything about the hustle and bustle in a holiday-infused kitchen. I don’t mind at all that it takes, days, maybe even weeks, to create a feast that’s going to be devoured in an hour. I have fond memories of huge holiday feasts, some of them fabricated no doubt. The details
Dear Dad, I came across this phrase today: the anatomy of grief. It reminded me that I had a letter to finish. I started this letter on the eve of what would have been your 94th birthday. I like to mark your birthdays with a celebration. I know you’d want it that way. First, we
photo by Cami Flake I received a Google Alert in my inbox this past week. It informed me that I was dead. At first I thought it might be true. I’ve been feeling a little dead these past few days. So much sadness and strife in the world. Beirut. Paris. Mali. My tender psyche has
“Your dad appears to be exhibiting some passive aggressive behavior. He’s ‘pocketing’ his pills.” I’m startled by the words that greet me as I take my place at the too-big table in the icy conference room, the only room in this assisted living facility that has air conditioning. My sweet, docile father. Even in his
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