Thanksgiving. There is no more delicious sounding word in any food-filled American year. It conjures memories of my favorite cranberry jelly, slid straight from the vessel and sliced along the can’s very own rings. Buttery, homemade stuffing will be doused with mom’s own giblet gravy,... Continue
We definitely don’t need a reason to celebrate here in Sonoma. Everyday is a celebration! That wine! That produce! These restaurants! Those views! But, right now, late autumn, early winter in Sonoma, there sadly just ain’t much happening. Sure we’ve got breathtaking fall produce --... Continue
Hello Sonoma, from the land of cacti and tumbleweeds. Oh, and insanely good citrus. Me and Mr. B popped down to Palm Springs on an über cool and ridiculously brief Virgin America flight to frolic in the desert for three food and sun-filled days, celebrating... Continue
As you read this, I will have just turned forty. Yes, forty! I simply cannot believe how many incredibly delicious years, how many truly tasty experiences, I have had in my life and how many more I have yet to come. By now most of... Continue
This time of year still boasts many absolutely perfect, quintessential Wine Country days. Those chilly morning days, where it is downright cold, there is not a cloud in the sky, but the afternoon might just be nice and warm and comfy. Bursts of color often... Continue
Nick, from Harvest Moon Café, is a true believer in the wonderment of fresh figs; a true believer in all things fresh and beautiful, it seems. His crew gets almost all of its produce locally this time of year, but especially figs. They’re coming from... Continue
Summer is officially gone and, I am a bit ashamed to admit, I am glad. The things we ate, that we did this summer… I have had enough. I ate my weight in tomatoes; tomatoes dripping their clear, sweet juices atop grilled bread, crushed tomatoes... Continue
My ever-faithful dining partner, the always wonderfully hungry Mr. B, has a thing for Margharita pizzas. He swears you can size up just how authentic, how tasty, how molto benne a pizza place is going to be based solely on the first bite. I think... Continue
The in-between season. Summer, it certainly is not, yet not quite fall, either. It is the time of year where I reminisce about the summer which is quickly fleeting, sad that long sunny days, picnics, dinners outdoors, and the vegetables of summer are all but... Continue
Whew, it sure has been warm out. Summer seems to be leaving us only while kicking and screaming. By late afternoon, the hot-hot Sonoma sun toasts the top of my head, I feel as I might self-combust. I can only lay, bobbing in the pool... Continue