Not my jam

I came to a realization this weekend, as Steve and I sipped some fantastic Belgian-style beer at tap room number two (Sidhe Brewing) on Saturday, bookending a surprisingly brief visit to Festival Palomino, in the middle of Saturday afternoon. The realization isn’t that I disliked any of the bands lined up at Canterbury Park. In fact, the set…

The hippest bar recipe

Above is one search result when you are me and you do a search of your Flickr images on the term “bar”. More shenanigans with places and food can be seen on the results page, here: it’s a nice reminder that I do get around, both in my kitchen and around the world. Alas, today…

Coke and nuts in southern states

Mea culpa: I’ve contributed to some less-than-stellar food photography appearing in the social media. I could stand to build a good lightbox and get some advice on how to photograph chocolate, it’s true. So in the interest of not making something amazing look nasty on the internet, I’m picking a different image for this post…

By teaspoon

“Come and flow. Powerfully lift your heart, and let go. Yoga is tonight!” read my text tease, for the yoga class. What speaks to love, more than a box of rose-petal covered champagne truffles? A heart-lifting (opening) yoga practice can. Luck may have aligned this particular asana sequence with my 7pm class on Valentine’s Day…

Foodies

We ate it too quickly to take photos, but the meal turned out so well that I’m  going to write about it here, and accompany it with a great pic that Mom took of us, together while visiting her in Yachats, this past Christmas. Steve and I love to cook, and we really enjoy sharing…