The woodsy, heavenly smelling smoke hovers over the horseshoe, making my stomach growl and as I approach the Plaza, I am ridiculously happy to see the bright white tops of the market tents through the (finally) green leaves of the trees. It is officially Tuesday... Continue
Food & Wine
I am only back from the beach a few days when the craving for the hot, golden sun on my skin and soft sand beneath my feet, the smell of tropical fruit, of ocean, and coconut sunscreen -- that unmistakable beachy smell -- overwhelms me. The... Continue
We all get something from our mothers, I suppose. A girlfriend inherited her striking, thick eyebrows and a gal I work with, her loud, happy laugh. My own little sister thanks mom for her pale blue eyes, the color of the clear Bahamian sea, the... Continue
I ’ve been away for weeks it seems, traveling for fun, traveling for work. It seems tragic to leave Sonoma this time of year when it is just so darn pretty. Tragic to leave Sonoma almost always; you know I miss the food here… and the... Continue
Just what is a ‘good burger’ anyway? Is it the beef? The fat ratio or the size of the grind? Charcoal, gas or a dirty-in-a-good-way diner griddle? It could quite possibly be all about the bun. Kaiser or Dutch crunch? An English muffin is always... Continue
I completely space out as I drive in from the City. Mill Valley, San Rafael, Novato, all passing in a blur of concrete. I immediately perk up as I exit onto Hwy. 37, I begin to breathe again, the top down, hair furiously whipping my face.... Continue
I remember my first Cuban coffee. It was a sweltering summer afternoon, the tropical Miami air clinging to my skin, the humidity heavy, moisture frizzing my hair ridiculously. There were four men playing dominoes at a beat-up café table on the sidewalk, somehow managing to look... Continue
Winter is typically the time for Sonoma to rest, to maybe travel a bit and escape the rain, or to simply hunker down and nestle into our own homes. For local businesses and restaurants it is a time to squeeze in a bit of vacation... Continue
It’s springtime and I am smitten with eggs. While everyone else, it seems, is dying them and hunting for them, I will fry them in plenty of salty butter and let them drip over a slice of rustic toast. I will scramble them with soy... Continue
If I am sick of apples then it must be spring! It is usually right about now that, as I slice my thousandth apple of the winter, that I begin to crave some other fruit. Any other fruit. I begin to dream of honey-scented peaches... Continue