“When Peggy discovered my love of birding, she made every effort to make birding opportunities available to me…Choosing to travel with Peggy was fortuitous, and because it was such a great experience, I planned another trip with her to India…Birding in style! Safe to say, it wouldn’t have happened if …
Cooking in Tuscany for poet David Whyte’s group. Today we made a feast at my friend Lori Di Mori’s house, for the “pelligrini” after their walk and talk through the woods. Wouldn’t be a bad sight to come upon this.
David White is not only a poet I admire, he is a friend. Along with a few other friends, we accompany him on a sort of pilgrimage, having good conversations about whatever particular harvest one might be experiencing in one’s life while we roam the Tuscan countryside. I cook for …
How could I not go back to Case Vecchie for the 25th Anniversary of the Anna Tasca Lanza Cooking School? It wasn’t going to be easy. I was on the island of Procida for a sailing trip. I had to jump ship and take a ferry to Napoli, a shuttle …
“Perhaps the best cooking classes are those that incorporate an understanding of the culture as well as the cuisine. This is one of those courses. The tour guides and cooking mentors leading these tours of Morocco are heavily invested in identifying local places and people that can give a real …
Put a frying pan on the stove, vruoomp Chop some onions, thrap pap pap, thrap pap pap Put some oil in a warm pan.. sheeeee Onions cook at a slow sizzle, getting louder if you don’t turn down the heat, shreeEEEEEE Slice some tomatoes, sfit sfit sfit Put a bowl …
Walking up to il Valle dei Mulini above Amalfi, one leaves the main piazza, her shops, the Duomo and her gelato behind. We find the entrance to the “valley of the mills” lemon grove to start our climb up. Luigi Aceto was waiting for us. A spry man in his …
When I leave the house and shut the door, I leave one portal for another. I turn around and walk inside out, bag in hand, casting my eyes toward the horizon with content. I’m headed into the unknown, even if I think I know where I am going, a sense …
There’s something of the La Dolce Vita, the sweet life, that still lives in Sicily…
