Last Sunday was Mother’s Day. It’s a day that carries tension at my house because I don’t want ‘things’ for Mothers Day – or Christmas or for my birthday.
I am at the age that I want people to carry things away from my house, not add to my list of things I must care for.
Many weeks ago I wrote about geography and cultures shaping the evolution of ethnic cuisines. I referenced the need to read about a part of the world before drawing conclusions about what foods are influencing diet. I used that pondering to introduce the fact that I’d be talking about my collection of cookbooks that tell a story about how food...
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If you ever want to over-think your palate, try attending a weekend of wine seminars.
I’m not complaining, but after listening to a string of sommeliers at Durango’s sixth annual Wine Experience, a local celebration of the fruit of the vine, I’m thinking I might have deadened the nerve endings on my tongue, not to mention my ears.
