Name that song.
I went through a fairly significant hard rock phase during my teenage years — the music, not the restaurant. (Though what child of the 80’s didn’t own a Hard Rock Cafe t-shirt sometime during the 90’s?) Read the rest of this gem…
*This post is long. But read to the end — there’s a little sumpin’ sumpin’ in it for you.
I realize I haven’t finished working my way through the highlights of our west coast trip yet, but I don’t know — it’s starting to feel like I’ve invited you to a cocktail party where you thought we might all get plastered and start playing truth or dare at the very worst, but instead I forced you to sit on the sofa and watch slide shows of family vacations. Read the rest of this gem…
Name that show.
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There was a time, in the not-so-distant past, when hostels with shared dorm rooms, clothes stuffed into compartmentalized backpacks, cold showers, frizzy hair, and strangers serenading rooms with acoustic guitar and raspy voices was my idea of a dream vacation. Read the rest of this gem…
Okay.
This may be a sponsored post, but it’s filled with readable stuff and hey — a recipe! — so I would qualify it as more of a “bonus post” than an actual promotion.
Or maybe a bonus post with a promotion thrown in.
I hope to be back home and blogging about my actual trip (it’s been a whirlwind — let me tell you) by tomorrow afternoon! Read the rest of this gem…
Name that movie.
For those of you who may not know, I’m in the midst of moving my little sister — Read the rest of this gem…
*UPDATE* Apparently WordPress decided to uncheck my “allow comments” box on this post, which would explain why there are actually no comments when I thought everyone just hated me. Dang. All fixed. And thanks Shelly for pointing it out to me on Facebook!
Okay.
So you all know I have this unhealthy (to say the least) hankering for hot dogs. Read the rest of this gem…
I have decided that I must have some freakish dining fetish that draws me to places where I can either watch the food being prepared in a high-action commercial kitchen Read the rest of this gem…
Some friends of ours invited us to a pasta making class at a small apothecary-style shop called The Flavor Exchange in Southern Pines, North Carolina on Saturday. Read the rest of this gem…
I’ve been digging through these folders of food photos on my computer, and let me tell you — a food photographer, I am not. Read the rest of this gem…
I’ve been thinking a lot about food lately. Read the rest of this gem…
