This recipe has been in my family since my kids started going to school. I tend to whip it out a few days before the fortuitous calamity of Spring Break takes hold: one week of no-school, with its free-form days, lingering cabin fever and dreary, unpredictable Oregon weather. I’ve tweaked the recipe a bit overContinue reading “Recipe for a Family Spring Breakation in Oregon Wine Country”
There are some searches that take over a man. Some ideas that grab him by the neck and don’t let go. For me, it’s always been that elusive culprit that goes by the street name of Terroir. He’s there lurking in the diurnal shifts of cold evenings and hot days, always just out of grasp,Continue reading “The wine country detective gets the dirt on Terroir”
This is my gift to you: a story about a place where you can spend time with an artist’s view of our world. In what feels like a season of division and torment, I am thankful for that place that exists in my hometown: The Gallery at 10 Oaks. Read more at Visit McMinnville.
When you live in a place long enough, perhaps you, too might start to set your watch by an intimate knowledge of when your favorite dessert is made. It’s been the same every place we’ve lived since my husband and I got married, but we weren’t sure it was going to happen for usContinue reading “With small town baked goods, a delicate dance in scarcity”
Confessions of a Closet Cruise Director There’s this thing that happens when people visit my family in McMinnville. The second I learn someone I know is coming to town it is as if invisible hands have tied a short navy scarf around my neck and I morph into this person: chipper, scheming, managerial, someone withContinue reading “Confessions of a Closet Cruise Director”