Here’s the thing about me; try as I might, I have a type-A personality. Spontaneity and general risk-taking do not come naturally to me. This penchant for order and structure has certainly served me well throughout my life and I came to accept my place in the world as a rule-follower long ago. I created foodie-girl in 2011 with the …
48 Hours in New York City
It is an inevitable feeling, one that leaves me all twisted up inside every time we board a plane/train/automobile and make the trek back to Louisville from wherever our travels have taken us. I don’t want to leave. I want to go back. I need to go back. This feeling was ever apparent on our recent trip to New York …
Foodie-Girl’s Top Five Travel Planning Tips
Travel; some call it a bug, others count it as a hobby and for the truly afflicted it is an obsession. A simple dip outside the confines of our small world can illicit whispers from across the earth, promises of discovery, enlightenment and adventure becoming louder and more demanding as your experiences grow. This is a state I’ve found myself …
A Napa Valley Pilgrimage
Glynnis and me at Ehlers Estate Matt and Glynnis were in the midst of a pilgrimage when Z and I met them. Beginning in Georgia, they made their way to Miami before eventually landing in Louisville for a four year layover. There was never a question of if they would move to Napa it was merely a matter of when. …
The Farmer & The Foodie
A long time in the making, The Farmer & The Foodie is a collaboration between myself and my dear friend Maggie Keith – aka Farm Girl – who is the Gardner and Co-Owner of Foxhollow Farm. A radio show airing Sunday’s at 1pm on Crescent Hill Radio, The Farmer & The Foodie was born from the extreme love Maggie and I have for …
48 Hours in San Francisco
Mission Dolores Park, San Francisco “This is what the term ‘melting pot’ means” I muse to Z. We are in the process of scaling one of San Francisco’s famously steep streets, lines of cars parked perpendicular to the sidewalk, a precarious sight. A gust of wind thrown just the right way would surely send them toppling like dominos to the …
Leek & Potato Soup
We are sitting atop rickety wooden benches in a cozy corner of a very small, very old pub. A fire roars to my left and I am enveloped in the laughter of my family. We dine on a variety of traditional pub fare, swilling beer and wine to warm ourselves as snow falls gently just beyond the stone-framed windows. We are in the tiny …
Truffle Hunting in Istria
We were lost. I was sure of it. Up early and en route for our truffle hunting adventure, I had been assured by our guide that the trek from Rovinj to the small village of Vrh would take no more than an hour. We had GPS in our rental car so I was only a little worried about loosing our way. Blindly …
Uova da Raviolo with Truffles
I remember when I was a little girl and I absolutely refused to eat the yolk of an egg. My Mom would always cook our eggs sunny-side-up, the yolk medium set. My little hands would cut around that yellow-orange mystery ball with incredible precision, being ever so cautious to ensure that the whisper-thin seal did not break, pouring over my silky-sheen egg …
The Old Town of Rovinj & the Magic of the Adriatic
The Old Town of Rovinj, Croatia One… Two… Three! I am weightless and then suddenly engulfed. A shock runs from my toes to my head, exiting through each strand of my blond hair. I am ensconced in an emerald paradise, feeling more alive than I ever thought possible. I emerge from the Adriatic, happy screams escaping me, echoed by the …