Refueling a Love Affair with My Kitchen

Peppers

In the past few months my usual high-spirited love for all things culinary related had hit an all time low. I worried that it was emblematic of my general inability to keep an interest in something longer than a few months. Aside from travel and food, most things in my life fall into this category. I continued to cook and bake, but didn’t enjoy it as much as usual, and while nothing I made was bad, I think, I do believe my lack of interest reflected in the quality. Perhaps I was busy with other things. But, cooking and baking has always been my refuse from the world, and though I’d get occasional sparks of inspiration, it didn’t happen often. I had stopped perusing my usual blogs. In part, I’m sure being outside the US, where everything I know culinary wise exists was hard. But, it was also a bit sad, to lose a bit of something I loved so much.  Continue reading

A Layover in Stockholm and Notes on Heritage

StockholmI’ve never been all that interested in family heritage, geographically speaking. I’m a smattering of European, and according to my 23&me genetic test, a bit of Northern Africa is thrown in as well. I have always had an interest in my family lineage, but never felt much desire or connection to the various places they hailed from. For a lot of Americans, knowing geographical heritage is important (read: lineage trips to Ireland), I’m sure in part because our history culture wise is pretty limited. I couldn’t tell you why I didn’t have much of an interest, but it just wasn’t there.  Not until recently at least. Continue reading

Climbing a Glacier in Iceland.

Glacier

Glacier

Let me tell you. The best way to hike a glacier, or climb an ice wall probably does not involve waking up, morning of, in the far too early hours of a new day, dry heaving. Nor, after feeling chills and nausea is it probably best to drag yourself to said glacier, strap on crampons and have a go scaling a vertical wall of ice. But thats exactly what I did. Feeling like I had a mild flu or not, I was going to do this. After all, how often is one in Iceland? In my mind, I had no other choice.  Continue reading

Iceland: In Pictures.

ICELANDWe landed in darkness. From the airport to blue lagoon we sleepily gazed out our windows, the landscape dark and unfamiliar studded with lunar rocks, even in the darkness this place is unlike any other. Stars, which we always forget in our city existence, scattered the sky as we wound through the deserted countryside. In the morning, we were greeted by the above view from our porch. From the beginning, Iceland we learned would be filled with stunning otherworldly sights.  Continue reading