First, the good news: I’m going to Ireland in October. Yay! I will be spending most of the trip as a guest in the home of my dear friend Bernadette’s sister, Breda. Breda’s home is in tiny Pigeon Top near the city of Omagh, which is about 70 miles or so west of Belfast. Bernadette, who lives on the Isle of Man, will fly … Continue reading Confessions of a picky palate
This week I went to a new dentist, recommended by my periodontist. The fact that I just referred to “my periodontist” should be your first clue that my relationship with my teeth has been a long, complicated, and expensive one. You could start calling me Elizabeth, what with all the crowns in my mouth. Ba da bum. I’ve also treated myself to numerous root canals, … Continue reading Bills with teeth
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On Thursday mornings in the warmer months, visitors can step back in time to observe the Gouda Cheese Market as it would have appeared at its inception in 1395. Ginny and I did just that on our visit to the Netherlands last month – along with a boatload of other people happily milling around Gouda’s historic town square on a sunny May morning. I’m not … Continue reading It’s good to be in Gouda
Peach cobbler in Atlanta? Crab cakes in Baltimore? How about pizza in Naples, or sushi in Tokyo? High-minded folks may tell you that travel is not about the food. I love to travel. And I agree. There is so much more to travel than the different kinds of foods you can find around the world. But travel’s not not about the food, either. If you’re … Continue reading It’s not all about the food – part one
I recently started reading a book, but decided last night that I’m not going to finish it. When I was much younger, it was a point of honor to finish every book I started – no matter what. Now I’m old. Life is short. If the writing doesn’t grab me – or worse, it annoys me – I move on. This book annoyed me. So … Continue reading No giggling allowed
And waffles. Big honking Belgian waffles topped with strawberries and whipped cream. As you know, I am a House Hunters International junkie. I’m flying with my buddy Ginny to Brussels this weekend, so I was excited to find an episode in my cache of recorded shows about a young family searching for a home in Belgium’s capital city. (I automatically record every episode of this … Continue reading Dreaming of chocolate and cheese
