For exactly one year, I have been writing letters, selling cookies and dancing on soap boxes to spread the news about Global Autism Project. I see a beautiful… Read more “Tobacco Fields and Volcanoes: SkillCorps Indonesia”
Category: Edibles
anything I encounter that I can legally consume
Indian Food: Delhi belly ain’t no joke.
Hey gang, remember me? I promise I have heaps of excuses for abandoning you, my beloved readers–and most said excuses begin with “I had a massage appointment…”… Read more “Indian Food: Delhi belly ain’t no joke.”
Vail, Colorado: Never Never Land.
You know that scene in Peter Pan when Wendy is begging Peter to tell her about his home, then he flutters his elfin toes and breaks into… Read more “Vail, Colorado: Never Never Land.”
Portlandia: Plaid, Beer and Lovehandles.
After two solid months of work, monotony and dieting, I was more than eager to scurry through the Atlanta airport two weeks ago en route to the… Read more “Portlandia: Plaid, Beer and Lovehandles.”
Buon Appetito! A beginners guide to dining in Italy
You didn’t think I would leave Italy without writing a drool covered memoir about food, did you? I actually had to wait a few days to type… Read more “Buon Appetito! A beginners guide to dining in Italy”
Pintxos and Kalimotxos: my happy place.
San Sebastian, Spain… The whimsical land of elastic-waistband jumpers, naked laughing babies, and the greatest food scene in the region. Now that I’ve been here a full… Read more “Pintxos and Kalimotxos: my happy place.”
Wesel, Köln, and the wonderful world of Lindt Chocolatiers.
After a somewhat stressful journey from Berlin, I did finally arrive in the quaint, small town of Wesel. This tiny bump on the map is by no… Read more “Wesel, Köln, and the wonderful world of Lindt Chocolatiers.”
I ate an entire half chicken. No shame.
Last night I went out with my old friend Lisa, her boyfriend Jonas, and about 12 of their friends for a casual dinner at a restaurant whose… Read more “I ate an entire half chicken. No shame.”
Oh my goodness, Holy Bratwurst.
As an amateur sausage maker myself, I was pretty pumped about my first Brat in Podstam, Germany. While wandering through the small, but incredibly pleasant town of… Read more “Oh my goodness, Holy Bratwurst.”
Becoming Waldo 