Hot Diggity Dawg!

I’m not one to turn down food. I could be walking home from an 8-course tasting menu in total agony, completely stuffed to the brim, moments away from falling into the street and crawling into the fetal position to cry – when, if someone offered me a free sample of yoghurt or pizza bites or … More Hot Diggity Dawg!

The day I discovered the French Market

Imagine a place where all your dreams come true. Where mounds of artisanal cheese are stacked to perfection and the cheesemonger just happens to be a cute 20-something with thick-rimmed glasses and a sheepish smile. Where you can get made-to-order buttery crêpes filled with vanilla lavender cream. Where pomme frites come overflowing in a homemade piped wrapper. … More The day I discovered the French Market

In Chicago, we eat!

I’ve been back in Chicago for about a month and there has been a lot of eating. And it’s been awe-some.  “Get me a pizza,” she cries, tears streaming down her face, “Deep dish – WITH TOPPINGS!”

Mangia.

“Mangiare per vivere e non vivere per mangiare” (eat to live & not live to eat) Last week, I was indulging in a late lunch, sipping on Prosecco and noshing on bread & oil when someone asked me where my passion for writing and food came about. “Italy.”