We’ve traveled to many places around the globe, and Provincetown, Massachusetts on the tip of Cape Cod is still our favorite of all vacation spots. In fact, we’d like to live there part-time at some point in our lives.
We’ve spent many summer vacations in P’town, but this fall, we’re taking a two-week road trip there, three dogs in tow, for a couple of weeks. While we’re there, we’re going to work, shop for groceries, cook, and see what it’s like to actually live there. We’ve only been to P’town in vacation mode thus far, so this trip will be a trial run to see if living there suits us. [Read More…]
My family called me a bean pole when I was growing up. When I was in high school, I was 6’1″ tall, and I weighed in at a whopping 130 pounds. I got all the jokes, including “when you turn sideways you disappear” and “you have to run around in the shower to get wet”!
Obviously, I was blessed with an over-the-top metabolism because I had a ravenous appetite. From the time I came home from school until dinner time, I was munching on something. It wasn’t unusual for me to devour a whole bag of Nacho Cheese Doritos in one sitting. I was even known to make a full, late-night meal for myself before bedtime. [Read More…]
Fig season is here, and when I saw big, plump, black mission figs on the market shelves last weekend I had to buy some. I’ve said before that figs are not my most favorite fruit. I’ve never really enjoyed them raw, but last year I made grilled lamb chops with roasted figs and my opinion of them shifted. Something about the roasted figs in a savory dish changed my mind. Sweet and savory dishes always get my attention. [Read More…]
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I lived in Jacksonville, Florida for a couple of years early in my career. One of the things I remember most about those days was the access to fresh-out-of-the-water seafood. I frequented a small market where everything in the store was right off the boat, and there wasn't a trace of fish smell. The owner always had fresh jumbo shrimp, scallops, grouper, and snapper displayed beautifully on ice. … Read More
If you live in the South, cobbler is in your blood. We Southerners grow up eating the ubiquitous dessert from an early age. Although there are may variations of cobblers, the one that I remember was the Peach Cobbler at Shelaine Restaurant in my hometown. The fresh peaches were baked with a thin, crisp, buttery crust that was melt-in-your-mouth delicious. I've never been able to master that type of crust. It was thinner and more delicate than your average pie crust. … Read More
I want to acknowledge my absence from the blog for the last couple of weeks and offer an explanation. We took a 9-day vacation and spent the following weekend with friends at their lake house, but the real reason is that we have a new addition to our family. … Read More
We're just back from a marathon drive up the West Coast. We started in Los Angeles and drove along US 1 to Brookings, Oregon in 8 days, stopping somewhere different every night. Whew! Marathon is an understatement, but it was an amazing drive with lots of windy, curvy ups and downs and incredible vistas. One of our stops was the Hearst Castle in San Simeon. Built by American publishing magnate, William Randolph Hearst, the expansive estate sits atop a mountain on the Central Coast overlooking … Read More
Burrata seems to be everywhere these days. I frequently observe it on restaurant menus around town. I'd had it before in an appetizer and I knew it was delicious, but I didn't pay too much attention to exactly what type of cheese it was. As I was thinking about making something with this special cheese, I did a little research into how it's made. Burrata, which translates to "buttered", is a semi-soft Italian cheese and cousin to fresh mozzarella. The origins of this cheese are in the Puglia … Read More
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The Deep South heatwave has hit! We've been in the mid- to upper-90s for a couple of weeks now. I spend my days at the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention doing technology consulting. This health-promoting agency practices what it preaches and encourages healthy lifestyles for its employees. I'm fortunate in that I can take a couple of 15-minute walks during the day. It's amazing how much more productive I am with just a few minutes of exercise in the morning and afternoon. I'm very … Read More
I have a confession to make. I'm an occasional QVC shopper. There...I said it. I'm somewhat obsessed with kitchen gadgets; Jim says my pantry looks like a Williams-Sonoma store. My friends all tease me, but in my defense, I use every item that I've bought, with very few exceptions. I've been smoking on a Big Green Egg for years, but it's a bit of a production to prepare and cook on it. In a weak QVC moment, I recently bought an electric smoker with the thought that I could quickly get … Read More
This post is sponsored by the Georgia Watermelon Association. All opinions are completely my own. At least once every summer when I was a child, my Grandma would invite us over to her house for watermelon. On a scorching August afternoon, there was nothing better than gorging on slices of the ice-cold melon. The contrasting smells of newsprint that she would spread on the table and the sweet aroma of the ruby fruit still evoke those fond childhood memories. In our family, there was always … Read More