A Wine Education

Wine Pairing at Greenhouse, Dublin.

Wine Pairing at Greenhouse, Dublin.

There’s this little corner store a stone’s throw from our apartment. It’s exactly the sort of place I’d like to open up one day. It’s a neighborhood joint simply adorned where patrons shop the well curated beer,  wine, and provisions and perch themselves on stools to have lunch of a rotating menu of interesting sandwiches and sides.  It’s the sort of place where regulars frequent and you know the owner by name because he’s constantly there chatting up customers. When I think about my future, I see myself here, combining community nutritional aspects with my degree in Public Health.

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Refueling a Love Affair with My Kitchen

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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

Udaipur

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Udaipur is easily the prettiest city I’ve seen thus far. Our hotel is set on the lake overlooking the white and blue speckled city. It could almost be Greece. On our first night after a day of meandering the streets the four of us who felt like venturing out of the tourist box found ourselves weaving through alleyways in the heavy heat of an Indian summer night. We were off to Natraj, a thali restaurant where we would be the only foreigners. Despite the late hour and still oppressive heat I had been waiting for a food experience like this, and I wasn’t about to miss out. Once we sat down we learned Anthony Bourdain had been there, which while I religiously watch his show and truly enjoy his special brand of snarky narcissism, his presence tends to create hordes of tourists and deceased service. I was relieved to find this was hardly the case, the crowds were all local and the service was ridiculously quick and efficient. Not to mention delicious! Much like in Nepal it’s a set menu of several smaller dishes that are continuously refilled, resulting in an absurd level of fullness. Finally! A food experience worth writing about.

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