Last week, I was fortunate enough to have the opportunity to visit two wineries in France. The first, Pol Roger, I wrote about in an earlier post. The second, Hugel et Fils, located in Alsace (a region of France that has, as a result of its close proximity to Germany, had to change its loyalties, language and friends every 50 ... Read More »
Now that I’ve finally kicked my jet lag, I’m able to sit down and make an attempt at distilling the images, memories and tastes of the last week into a somewhat coherent entry to the Sauced blog. Here I go . . . From Saturday to Saturday I was in France, staying in Chaville-Vélizy at the house of my boyfriend’s sister ... Read More »
When held snuggly in their mommy or daddy’s arms, they catch your gaze. They bury their heads in the parents’ shoulders. They glance back up and throw you a smile, even flutter some super-long eyelashes at you. Oh, they pull you in mercilessly. And when that baby, say your newest nephew, snug in the arms of your brother, finally reaches ... Read More »
We all have our comfort zones and this applies to wines as well. I am very much at home quaffing a California Cabernet, Chardonnay or Zinfandel or even a New York Riesling, but less so drinking wines with unpronounceable names, employing unfamiliar grape varieties and having their origin in exotic and vaguely threatening countries. For the past several weeks I ... Read More »
My first big adventure was traveling to Thailand on my own. It was the spring of 2001 and my friend Lynn was teaching in Japan. She had been to Thailand the year before and while back in the States for holiday, we concocted a plan to meet up there. It sounded wonderfully different: exotic, hot, a little dirty, possibly dangerous ... Read More »
Break bread together The greatest thing since sliced bread They go together like bread and butter I have been gluten free for three months. It ain’t really that hard, especially for someone like me who thinks lunch is the most over-rated meal of the day. I hate sandwiches. That might harken back to my mother’s economizing attempts, when we were ... Read More »
High waters we used to call them. Back in the day. Pants that expose your ankles, but were not purchased originally as capri pants. How is it that the older a woman gets, the shorter her pant legs get? Really – they’re not buying them that short, right? I kind of want to walk up to these women that I ... Read More »
Yes, the most comfortable pants in the world are yoga pants. But they were made to be worn to yoga class. Or at your own home, when guests are not coming over. Unless you run yoga classes at your home. Please, please, women! Keep your yoga pants where they belong! They are a small slice of heaven, regardless of your ... Read More »
I love set lunches. In Peru, they’re called menùs (if you remember, last year I wrote about how a menù can actually be too cheap – it’s kinda a red flag if they are less than $2). And in Costa Rica, they go by the name casado. For around $5 you can get a plate filled with rice, beans, a ... Read More »
Costa Rica has one of the highest rates if biodiversity in the world, yet what was I thinking about as I took the Gypsy Cab from the Liberia Airport to Nosara? Not howler monkeys, that’s for sure. No, I was thinking about pipas frias (coconut water straight from the coconut) and aguas frescas (fruits blended with cold water). I’ve always loved horchata and ... Read More »
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