On the recent occasion of my first-ever evening in London: I walked down a street named for the patron saint of travelers. Walked past Lebanese, Chinese, Mexican, and Turkish restaurants, past sushi and tapas and burgers, before eating French and Italian food served by a Spanish woman named Melina. I thought I’d gotten around a bit for a girl raised in the heartland. Alaska and Hawaii, Canada and Mexico, France and Italy. I thought I understood “diversity.” But London! London is in a class of its own. London showed me what “multicultural” really looks like.
Guest blogger Downtown Tom takes to the skies, searching the bi-state area for a pancake breakfast.
Keeping time with waffles, and the great bacon waffle experiment.
Steak and spinach for breakfast in a Vancouver hotel helps beat the travel bug blues.
Kid Two has formally requested I share my recipe for Texas Toast with you, which makes me realize that the process of preparing a simple breakfast isn’t so simple after all – it’s also part of the process of creating his childhood food memories. Here it is.