Some days are just too lovely to hurry about. Better to ride slowly, taking your time to wink at folks on cute bikes and yelling, "Hey! That's one cute dog!" …
Last year, I completely missed cherry season. This year, I thought it might never arrive. It's always a special occasion at our home when a jar of homemade pickles is opened. …
When I organized this foraging tour, I had envisioned that we'd maybe have an energetic stroll down to Lake Washington under the lovely Olmsted bridges and find some tasty forest-y …
Two days before being mentioned as one of the top forty-one travel destinations for 2011 in the New York Times, The Willows Inn ran an off-season special. I snapped it …
Of the many sites we saw in Kyoto, my favorite was spread across a mountain just south of the city, the Fushimi Inari Shrine. Actually, while the shrine itself was lovely, …
Making pickles isn't that difficult, but they elicit a bit of wonder when I bring out a jar for what usually seems an impromptu post-adventure meal with our pals. I …
One hears all the time that Toronto's a great city, like New York, but in Canada's frozen tundra and with eskimos. Having never been, I couldn't say. I knew it was …
Victoria Wesseler has a passion for local food, so when she said she'd be coming to Seattle, it seemed natural to take her to a farmer's market. What I wasn't …
Sometimes I think I'd like to stop drinking coffee. I picture a different, more serene me calmly reflecting on the day over a light brew of tea, very zen in …
When we were in Israel, we kept hearing how unseasonably warm and dry Seattle was. I was excited to get home and see the garden. I'm not sure what I …
This was supposed to be a bike tour of sorts. Mid-week the weather deteriorated and emails started flying...were we going as Vikings or French nobles? French nobles or savages? Ah! Last year, …
