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 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.
Another Restaurant Find in London: Com Viet, the Best Vietnamese Food I’ve Had in the UK, or Maybe Anywhere
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.
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.