In mid-July, I experienced a lot of firsts. I traveled to New York City for the very first time in my 35 years of life. What a different world! There was so much to see and do, and most importantly to eat. I was amazed by the bumper-to-bumper traffic, the millions of people and constant sounds of sirens and honking horns. I was so fortunate to have a native New Yorker to show me around the city, to guide taxi drivers to my next destination and to introduce me to all the things. The culture, the languages, the pizza, the bagels, my first arancini, oh my! I have so much to tell you about.Continue reading “My First Time in New York City”→
Growing up, Thanksgiving was always an exciting holiday. Both my parents’ families are large, and each year we would alternate which side to spend it with – the Faulks in Macon (my dad’s family) or the Coopers in Augusta (my mom’s family). No matter where we were, two things were always constant: lots of good food and togetherness. Continue reading “Thanksgiving Traditions: A Celebration of Family and Food”→
The countdown is on! In less than two weeks, my first semester of culinary school will be behind me. I haven’t written about school since Week 2, so I wanted to take this opportunity to share a little of what I’ve been up to, along with a few pictures from the kitchen and our garden. I’m having so much fun and learning more every day. Continue reading “Sharpening My Mind and My Knives: Culinary School 101”→
The return of the Farmers’ Market for me each season is just about as exciting as Christmas Day. With fresh herbs and local produce on my mind, I love getting up on Saturday morning, throwing on my yoga pants, a tank top, a pair of favorite flip flops and my over-sized sunglasses and heading out the door. Sometimes, I even pack up my 11-pound Shih Tzu, Ewok, and we ride with the radio up and the windows down on the way. Continue reading “5 Farmers’ Market Recipes to Make Right Now”→
It’s that infamous time of year in The Hostess City when everyone, no matter who your people are, becomes Irish for a day. Since I met and married a bonafide Savannahian, my life has never been the same. On March 17 each year, come rain or shine, we will don our green and orange, raise our glasses, pack our picnic baskets and join the hundreds of thousands of others in the Spanish moss-covered oak tree city of Savannah, Georgia.