My friend Julie hates to cook. Historically I have been suspicious of these kinds of people. These "hating to cook" kinds of people. I assumed they were lazy. Or easily confused. Or possibly kidnapped and tied up in a kitchen at some point in their...
Homemade cinnamon rolls eluded me until I let them take their rightful place among my memories. ...
It is far from coincidental that at this time of year I would be thinking about my family in Louisiana. Thanksgiving was a huge holiday for us. For years I spent it with my stepmom and her considerable family who can all totally throw down in...
My All Star lineup of Thanksgiving foods....
Powers, our 20-month-old daughter, refuses to let us extend her stroller's sun/rain cover above her head. She takes any attempt to do so as a solid insult and makes sure the aggressor understands her displeasure by kicking furiously, screaming "NO! NO! NO!" and finally reaching up, twisting her...
Do you remember the Chicken Soup for the Soul books that hit their stride in the late 90s? These were the paperback books packed with short, easy-to-read essays about people overcoming obstacles and doing unexpected, kind, wonderful things to inspire others. I loved these books. I would...
As an American living in England, there are many things that I find romantic about the place: the deep history of the island, the ancient castles, the royal family, the tiny streets, the marvelous monuments, and especially the venerable museums. For example, last week, on a...
My zucchini glut is the result of an ill-thought-out grocery order two weeks ago where I ended up with 19 large, green, tasty squash. Instead of beating myself up over this, ahem, oversight, I used it as an opportunity to stretch my creativity in the kitchen. I...
There are many things you can do to prepare for life as an expat before your plane departs your homeland and you land on foreign soil. I have done it a few times and some of the things I recommend include researching mobile phone plans, establishing which...
I am not fantastic at spotting food trends. I read the magazines, I subscribe to a handful of blogs, I chat to other foodies and I eat out a fair amount, but even so somehow I feel like everyone is in a secret food club that won't...
July 4th came and went in London pretty painlessly. Except for a broken water glass and a picnic blanket smeared with unrecognizable food things it was a heart warming day. Girlfriends gathered, husbands (or husbands-to-be) joined and children played together running around, hiding, kicking balls...