Still Life: Redfish in Orange Basket
Hurricane Zeta is behind us, the new roof is going on and Kimball’s is back where it belongs. It’s the little things.
Hurricane Zeta is behind us, the new roof is going on and Kimball’s is back where it belongs. It’s the little things.
The strawberry lemonade from Mockingbird Cafe is a drink that instantly transports you back to childhood summers, all reminiscent of church picnics, sunburns and innocence.
A mountaintop picnic in Colorado’s Pike National Forest sparkled with nature and pineapple mimosas.
It’s clear that these COVID-19 hardships aren’t going away any time soon. We are all, in a way, staying in, but looking out the window toward that future where things aren’t quite so hard.
RIP, K-Paul’s. You will be missed, but not forgotten. Our celebration of your cuisine and legacy will continue as long as we are able to make a roux or blacken a fish.
Bruschetta is so simple, so summery, so garlicky-good. Ripe red tomatoes meet their life partner in soft green basil, with garlic and oil to seal their commitment.
A year later, reminiscing about the bustling scene at Gare du Nord in Paris and dinner at Da Corradi later that night in London.
A Jazz-Fest inspired recipe: to soothe our lonesome-for-NOLA feelings, I made a Muffuletta Pasta Salad.
Jazz Fest was supposed to start today, but it was a casualty of COVID-19. There are still things to celebrate, though. Music, in general. Jazz Fest music, in particular. WWOZ is hosting “Festing in Place: An On-Air Festival” on the radio and live-streaming. Yay!
We are all armchair travelers right now during the trials of COVID-19, and today I’m thinking of an afternoon stroll, a long conversation and the birds in St. James Park.
I had a really good day on April 1, 2017. It’s hard to believe it was just 3 years ago. It seems like a really different world today as the whole human race grapples with the coronavirus.
Chef Susan Spicer of Bayona did a captivating cooking demonstration at Jazz Fest in 2019.
Folks, this restaurant is a jewel. If you go to London, go to Com Viet. Just trust me. You’ll get your happy back.
Just around the corner from crowded Covent Garden in London, I found an unexpected peaceful haven, a magical courtyard. I had entered another dimension, Harry Potter-style.
A return to the slopes provided a fierce hunger and Amica’s Pizza in Salida beckoned to us from the street. What a great choice!
The sky over South Park Valley demands a haiku today, the first day of NaHaiWriMo 2020.
These Wisconsin women exuded that effortless effervescence of youth when I met them by chance at the Electric Owl in Los Angeles.
I’m sharing this article from the Washington Post as a public service to all travelers.