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
Under the shade of several old olive trees, the warm Sonoma sun filtering softly through sage-colored leaves, I sipped a delicious, golden Carneros Chardonnay, while nibbling on a thoughtfully arranged platter of local cheeses. As shoppers meandered casually in and out of the artsy shops... Continue
There cannot possibly be anyone who loves a ‘foodie find’ more than I do. You know, those yummy little things that you might bypass, might breeze right by in the market, that dish you didn’t order, or maybe even that secreted away café you haven’t... Continue
I ordered a glass of wine. What? Yes, I was at a brew pub, but thankfully it was a ‘beercentric’ spot that was born in Wine Country and just so happens to have a very nice selection of wine, thank you very much. I was checking... Continue
I think many girls will tell you that they don’t care about Valentine’s Day, me included. Although, I think most girls really do care about Valentine’s Day just a little bit, me included. I blame my grandfather. Every year, grandpa would mozey down to the corner... Continue
One of life’s greatest joys has got to be peanut butter. Wouldn’t you agree? Chocolate peanut butter cups eaten on a long family road trip or deep dish frozen peanut butter pies at a Sunday potluck, complete with the fluffiest clouds of meringue? How about... Continue
As I wake each morning in Tulum to the soft sounds of lapping waves and the eerie warbling of those black birds, I watch the sun slowly rise from my bed. The early morning light filters softly through the fine gauze of mosquito netting, the... Continue
The sand is powdery soft and brilliantly white, it gets into everything and that is totally fine by me. It sticks to my feet, my coral-colored toes extremely happy in nothing but flip flops these wonderful, gloriously long, 10 days. I know you’re chilly as... Continue