These sorts of capers happen in cities like Baltimore. Charm City, home of The Ravens, The Orioles, John Waters, and the late Edgar Allan Poe. It’s where the “beehive” and “Natty Boh” beer linger on in perpetuity. It is a quirky city full of quirky people. My kind of people … [read more]
From The Taste of Oregon
When I met Sangria, she was a hardcore party girl. Amped up with any alcohol within reach. Carrying the weight of oversized orange and apple chunks. Swimming in a large cooler, foregoing a bowl or pitcher. Jumping into plastic cups gripped by eager med school students. I saw through this bawdy facade, but kept my impressions off the radar. She was the life of the party … [read more]
From Palate-to-Pen
We can smell the maple syrup as soon as we step out of the car. I can see smoke rising up out of the trees and the sun warms my face. I leave my jacket in the car and Danny, Noah, Mateo and I duck inside the family home. Auntie Lynn looks up from the maple pecan pies she is taking out of the oven and greets us. She barely bats an eyelash as we unload our car (about half the entire contents of our home) and trek our belongings to the guest room … [read more]
From Under the High Chair
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