Category Archives: travel
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaand we’re back.
Some of you may remember my tale of the marinated feta where I admitted my struggle to make the same thing twice. Well let me tell you, these past 6 months,
otavalo market, ecuador
Two women walk into a store. One is polished, manicured, decked in high heels and weighed down (gracefully) by several carrier bags. She walks into the store, her air of confidence wafting in with greater presence than a surging gust of wind. She slowly slides her sunglasses
I cannot tell you the number of early memories I have of mussels. They are countless. Almost…mundane, in a way. It’s not, say, an oyster. Kept almost always on its beautiful shell and served with delicate mignonettes that try to accent without pulling focus.
vin chaud (mulled wine)
French Alps, 2006. My first trip to France with my boyfriend, who would propose to me a week later in Montmartre. It was also my first time experiencing any kind of significant jet lag, and the first time meeting his family. Any of them. Oh, and they only spoke French.
when Irish eyes are smiling…
This is my father-in-law. Or rather, his hands. Hands that are gingerly holding my Murphy’s, one of the greatest beers I’ve tasted, the pride of County Cork.
When I first met my husband, he asked me where in the world I would want to visit if I could