Deliciously addictive gluten-free (or not) chocolate chocolate chip cookies with bourbon, pecans, and coconut, and a memoir about two journeys to one of the smallest and remotest communities in the lower United States: Cuprum, Idaho.
A delicious pea soup recipe, Margaret checks in with memories of Theo Blake giving directions to out-of-state drivers, and two completely off-the-wall, crazy-making coincidences in my life that make you wonder if they’re *just* a coincidence. The jury’s still out…
A recipe for some very, very good chicken parmesan (sometimes presented as chicken parmagiana) – plus, some dumb Americans, a sojourn to Trapani, Sicily, and what does the term “marinara” mean, anyway?
Simple, delicious potato leek soup, recalling the Greensburg, Kansas tornado of 2007, and a photographic look back at some of the people we’ve encountered on the road.
A very simple, traditional, and excellent Bolognese sauce… and we discover that a fine Portuguese hotel restaurant in the beach town of Espinho has begun experimenting with Italian cuisine. Bom? We’ll see.
Rich and creamy shirred eggs – a special breakfast treat. Plus, Henry and Margaret check in, and Margaret tells of her grandfather-in-law’s adventures with his hot air engine at the County Fair and Exposition.
Sumptuous, velvety Welsh Rarebit sauce, perfect for a supper on a cold winter night … and some thoughts on why the West, unlike much of the South and Northeast, isn’t very funny.
Authentic New Mexican Green Chile Stew – an easy-to-organize party for your tastebuds! And an excursion into quantum weirdness at Ski Rio in far northern New Mexico.
Easy-to-make jaw-droppingly good French Onion Soup… but more important, we overhear Margaret and Henry at a diner and have our faith affirmed that many Mainers can do just about anything, if they set their minds to it.
My wife and I lived in Olympia, Washington for two years when she was assigned to work with the state’s public health department. There were other cities available to her – in California, New Mexico, and somewhere in the Midwest – but we chose Olympia, knowing in advance that it had the sort of rainy, dreary, soul-crushing climate that might wring the very last milligram of joy from your being.