I ve been rolling memories of this blog around in my head, like a loose tooth. I reminisce late at night, when I can t sleep. Ironically, this is how our adventure began more than seven years ago: Restless, at midnight. I ll always remember waking Keith in the middle of that brittle February night to tell him I wanted to cook every country. And love him he agreed. More than a place to store…
We all have them. Those lovely people that fall in the gift-giving grey area. You d like to give them a gift, but you don t want to overwhelm them. A sweet token is all it takes. Instead of the typical cookies or cakes, this year try gifting something global: Homemade Spiced Chai Mix. I first shared how to make these during my first-ever Pop-Up Bookclub on Facebook LIVE (watch the recording to see…
I m hosting my first-ever Pop-Up Book Club on Facebook Live on Monday, December 19th at 8 pm EST (7 pm CST). We ll be talking about my memoir Life from Scratch: A Memoir of Food, Family and Forgiveness. Ok, so going live feels a little scary. But I also think it s going to be mad fun. Here s the deal: I want to connect with you in a deeper way. I ve loved, loved, loved attending local book clubs.…
Sometimes I think I chase this thing called peace because I can t bear the thought of looking the ugly truth in the eye. And the ugly truth is that peace will always be right behind some monster, some affront to everything we hold dear. As we march forward in peace and love, there will be hard days. The odds will often be against us. We find happiness for a while, then something terrible happens.…
It arrived one summer day in a nondescript, brown paper package reinforced with bubble wrap. We were on our way to the pool, I in my flip flops, she in her hat. Keith, I squealed (because squealing is still a thing that happens when joy doesn t quite fit inside our hearts, the way it normally does), Come quick. Ava gave a little leap in response to my outburst, catching my energy in the way that…