I didn’t know how my last post would be received or whether it would be too much to bring to this place, but in the days that have followed, I’ve been surrounded by such a spirit of love and compassion. I haven’t written replies to your sweet comments yet, and honestly, between those and the kindhearted words on Instagram and the private messages that continue to appear in my inbox, I’m just overwhelmed. Continue Reading…
I started blogging in December of 2003 on a custom-built platform my friend made for me. Continue Reading…
What’s better than carrying a secret with a cheeky smile and hopeful heart?
For these two parents used to waking up to care for a little one in the middle of the night, it felt like a pretty slick maneuver, hopping out of bed at 5:15am and making a dash for the beach. There we were: driving down from Ka’anapali to the Lahaina Harbor for a 6am check-in at the boat while Lucie stayed back at the condo with her grandparents. (Queue: “Freedom!!!”) Continue Reading…
Two years ago, Ted and I landed at PDX International Airport in a little prop plane on December 25th, home at last from roaming the globe for 350-some days with a couple tattered backpacks and way too many electronics.
We crossed the tarmac in familiar rain, gave hugs and took reunion pictures with parents and siblings, and returned to rural Oregon where we dropped our bags, ate home cooked meals, and eventually announced our plans to spend nine months preparing to welcome little babyOregonian.
A little later that spring, rumors of an extended family trip to Hawaii circulated, and the notion sounded so lovely…and so far off. The end of 2014? Twenty months away! Enough to keep a wanderlust heart fed with hope, but laughably beyond the realities of life on the ground. Continue Reading…
Mt. Hood from Lolo Pass Road
Remember last time?
[A Wild Christmas Tree Grows in Oregon: New Traditions for Our Little Family]
Well, here I am, reporting back. Another year, another Christmas tree, another holiday season…and this time, a babyOregonian who graduated to toddlerhood. Continue Reading…
This post is not meant to alarm, but be forewarned: WAFFLES. BACON. BLOODY MARY BAR.
First. Duff Goldman made me breakfast… Continue Reading…
After an evening of Feasting on sandwiches in Director Park at the Feast Portland 2014 Sandwich Invitational, I returned downtown for more adventures at the Oregon Grand Bounty Tasting in Portland’s living room: Pioneer Courthouse Square. There, under sunny skies (and shaded cover of tents), every food and drink you could wish for from Oregon producers: wine and cheese, berries and beer, coffee and cakes and cookies and crackers, wild game and wild combinations.
(Shhh…don’t tell anyone, but I felt a little bit like Templeton in Charlotte’s Web.)
The first night in at Feast Portland 2014, I took my hungry self to the Sandwich Invitational to taste the 14 entries from chefs around the country and cast my vote for the People’s Choice winner.
Ted and I were traveling overseas during the inaugural Feast Portland 2012, and I salivated from afar as Oregon’s lavish bounty was shared with the world and splashed across the internet. In 2013, I wistfully wished to be tasting flavors and sharing stories in person…but I was occupied with the primary mission of getting to know (and feed!) my new little person, babyOregonian, who joined our family just two days before the Feast kick-off.
The third year was the charm! This time, 2014, I was so happy to make good on the mission to experience this terrific new Portland tradition and to share the fun with friends at home and around the world.
For peeks into the festivities, see my updates from:
Widmer Brothers Brewing Sandwich Invitational presented by Dave’s Killer Bread
Oregon Grand Bounty Tasting presented by Alaska Airlines
and my ultimate favorite: Tillamook Brunch Village
Head to Feast’s website for details on their Fighting Hunger Campaign and while you’re there, scroll through the who’s-who list of chefs, restaurants, and producers participating in Feast 2014. This post sponsored by Feast Portland. All opinions and ridiculous excitement over delicious food are entirely my own.
