St. Louis restaurants, yummy recommendations
If I didn’t go to St. Louis to visit my family – especially my super-cute niece and nephews – I would probably consider going just for the food. Read why . . .
Surviving summer camp cuisine
or, how I spent my summer vacation, part 1 Sail camp sounded like the best thing in the world for Kid Two. He discovered a love and affinity for sailing last year and, as as happens when you get involved in a new activity, found there are clubs and camps and...
Unexpected treats
I’ve never personally met a durian but know them by reputation as the world’s stinkiest fruit, banned from certain public spaces all over Southeast Asia but with a dedicated fan base nevertheless. I even found a blog dedicated to durians, called,...
Viva sem fronteras!
Having one’s head in the clouds is a evidently a good thing these days. It was obvious from the buzz, if not the signs, at this year’s Cisco Live convention in Las Vegas. Food is fuel for the soul and technology is fuel for the imagination – or is it the other way around? Find out more
Plantains, provecho!
Susan Feniger and Mary Sue Milliken’s smoothly sweet soup of plantains, parsnips, and leeks. Elton John is the reason I found the recipe. Every meal tells a story, and here is just one.
Photographs and memories and potato salad
Awkwardly slow-dancing to “Nights in White Satin,” bar hopping on Bourbon Street, and really, really, irresponsible adult chaperones. Food often evokes memories, of course. But in this case the memories were so elusive, and the food item so rarely cooked, the recollection took months to surface. It’s all the power of potato salad.
Eating Well in Bright Light City
Gusting winds ruffle the palm fronds on the Road to Mandalay. Inside, men in madras and women in minis saunter under oversized plastic breasts jutting from the walls toward the casino’s flashing neon lights and beckoning bells. I’ve spent only a combined...
Quick – take the steak from the suitcase!
Cold days, hot steak, or, traveling with meat. Talavera tiles and tiny bistro chairs sporting the face of the widow Cliquot: Carlsbad’s La Costa Resort and Spa is the scene of a culinary crime during a midweek getaway.
The Moveable Skillet: Cabana Cuisine
Beach time is ordinarily tromping down the stairs to the sand lugging boards, towels, and unopened turkey jerky to share. So on these rare, rare occasions when the novelty and luxury of the cabana beckons, I’m afraid I’ve taken advantage. Pitchers of iced...Welcome to my skillet!
I'm Maggie, a food-loving, curiosity-seeking, nature-loving mom. I'm here serving up bite-sized recipes, raves, and reviews about food and family, food and culture, food and the environment, and food and travel. Thanks for stopping by!