I am a firm believer that life is like a book. It can be long or short. It can be well written or it can be a bit of a mess. It can be of great historical importance or it can be almost so surreal that it seems like science fiction. There are chapters that
When you get up in the morning, do you ever think to yourself….Have I made a difference in anyone’s life? It doesn’t matter if you are the teacher of young minds, a doctor who heals, the barista with the perfect cappuccino or the housewife who greets everyone with a smile….you want to make a difference.
Three million one hundred fifty three thousand six hundred minutes Three million one hundred fifty three thousand moments so dear Three million one hundred fifty three thousand How do you measure-measure 6 years In food posts-in pictures In laughter-in plates of beauty In humor-in made up stories In vulnerability-in a weekly log Three million one
I am the person who just stands and takes a deep breath. I am the one who likes to touch the leaves on the tree. I am the woman who has to lean on a rock during a hike up to Laurel Falls. I’ve held onto a fence post in awe as I’ve looked at
Pretty sea of blue Wafting slowly past my eyes Ebbing up and down A roar of pure emotion With a cheer of Go Cubs Go Today will be anything but a food blog (I did brush up on my poetic tanka skills). It is just purely a post of a lifelong Cubs fan. It is
One of my favorite things about the 9th year of Chicago Gourmet is the fact that I learned so much. By tasting so many wonderful dishes, my mind was opened even more on how to intermingle texture, flavors and cultures. (In case you missed it, click here to see some of my favorite bites this
Believe it or not, every week I give myself a writing assignment for the blog. It helps me stay dedicated to cooking something new each week and then having a topic for Felt Like a Foodie. But these last two weeks have been absolute cooking disasters….or maybe I should specify baking disasters. I thought it
When I moved to my small town in Indiana almost 18 years ago, it was an adjustment. I missed my friends, family and job. I had to adjust to a town that was not near everything (and by everything I meant shopping and my usual restaurants). It was a learning experience and not always easy.
500. One day you are sitting on your favorite corner spot on the couch and your spouse says, “You should start a blog. People are always talking to you about food and this would be a great way for you to share everything you have learned. Make it funny and be true to yourself. Add
Sigh. I made it. My heart feels so happy as I close out my 45th year. Like every year of life, I can find lows and highs. There are moments that I wouldn’t mind erasing and there are others that I want tattooed on my memory. I have shed a few tears and have had