52 weeks of cooking – The Alps When cooking for a crowd I try to find alternatives to making individual appetizers, it takes too much time fiddling with small things, why not make a few huge ones and slice it up. This week’s Reddit challenge […]
52 weeks of baking – Local Favorites When I was a kid and went to the mall with my friends on the weekend we’d usually see a movie, get a fancy coffee and browse through the book store. Before I left to return home I’d […]
52 weeks of baking – Citrus I love me some good crispy focaccia. Focaccia is the bread that inspired me to ask the cook on Bounty to teach me how to make bread. She was kneading it in a large bowl, one had covered in […]
52 weeks of baking – Leavened Breads I’m very grateful that I’m not one of those people who thinks cilantro taste like soap. I love it so much that I eat it by the handful when it’s over growing in the garden. For me I […]
52 weeks of baking – Great British Bake Off I love the Great British Bake Off. Who doesn’t?! Amazing bakes, a few disasters, a bit of comedy and best of all so many new ideas of things I didn’t know existed. One of the most […]
52 weeks of baking – Sweet & Savory I always seek out authentic food when I travel, I have a taste for the real thing, I want to eat what the locals eat and sometimes that means waking up early before the rest of the […]
52 weeks of baking – Irish I love unique museums; I seek them out every where I go. The surgical history museum in Chicago, cat art in Amsterdam, shoe museum in Toronto and the butter museum in Cork, Ireland. Who knew there was enough information […]
52 weeks of baking – 5 ingredients or less On Bounty every watch had a chore to do, most of it was dishes, galley clean up, sweeping and mopping floors and cleaning the heads (toilets). The best chore of all was on the midnight to […]
The saying “The greatest thing since sliced bread” has been around a long time. I wondered how long has sliced bread been around and who came up with the idea to pre-slice a loaf of bread? I’ll explain.
If Eugene were a coat, I expect it would have upwards of a thousand pockets. An entire coat made of nothing but pockets holding an infinite variety of endearing oddities and worthwhile rabbit trails. One such pocket is at the mouth of the Southern Hills of Eugene.