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Even though, for the moment, I am more than happy with the chilly weather in New York City, it won’t be long before I start wanting to escape to the beach again.
My list of favorite beach destinations is getting longer and recently I added another favorite: Anguilla.
Anguilla is a British island in the Caribbean. With a population of a little over 15,000, this is the kind of place where people really know each other, and if you visit enough times, will really get to know you as well. It is friendly and welcoming. During my visit, I had the opportunity to really experience the people, but most importantly, the food.
I did my best to eat as much as I could while in Anguilla (because, you know, research) and discovered some pretty great spots along the way. Because it’s not a very big island, with enough planning you too can eat you way through Anguilla and see why it has become one of the most celebrated culinary destinations in the Caribbean.
Thanksgiving is one of our most celebrated cooking holidays at home. For years my children have associated Thanksgiving as a day when our family enjoys dishes not only from their father’s American culture, but also from their mother’s Latino culture – and it’s a great way to get them excited about where we both come from, even if we aren’t traveling there for the holiday.
One of the ways in which I have been able to get my boys interested in not just feasting, but also in preparing for Thanksgiving, is by explaining to them why each dish is so important to us. So, for example, my husband loves green bean casserole, a dish that he enjoyed growing up and one that I make only around that time of year. Explaining to our sons that this was a dish that their father enjoyed when he was their age not only encouraged them to give it a try, but also to learn to shop for all the ingredients when at the store and help in the prep work in the kitchen.
For all the great food that New York City has to offer, there are areas that we often refer to as dead zones. They aren’t necessarily isolate or void of activity, but when it comes to finding good food, they become areas that you either venture out of or settle for a lot less than what you would normally like.
Because I commute into the city a lot from Penn Station (34th and 7th), I know all too well what a dead zone that midtown area is. There are very few places that I would really venture into, and they are mostly salad bars or coffee stops. Really, not a lot to look forward to.
So imagine my surprise when late last night, on my way home, I came across a chic eatery smack in the middle of no (eating) man’s land: 31st street between 7th and 6th avenues. I had no plans on eating out, and my husband wasn’t even really all that hungry, but there’s no way this girl was going to bypass the opportunity to check out this place.
My excitement over my recent visit to Ireland seemed to have overflowed while going through immigration at the airport. Not really a place someone would enjoy, except that two things happened.
I was standing in line waiting for passport check when a foreign couple approached the line confused and apologetic to have gone through the wrong queue beforehand.
“Oh, no need to be sorry! You’re alright here now. Take a deep breath, no need to stress yourself out, not here. Not with us,” said the immigration representative directing everyone where they belonged.
I couldn’t help but think of how differently that would have gone at my home based airport in NYC.
I’ve shared so much already about my visit to Bordeaux and some of the neighboring wine regions. I even shared the beauty of Bordeaux at night, a magical moment during my travels there.
I spent a lot of time in Bordeaux walking around by myself, an intimidating notion at first which is exactly why, when given the option by my hosts, I chose to walk around on my own as often as possible. Turns out that it’s not very difficult to navigate this city of a little over 200,000 people. It very much felt and functioned like a central city would, but it was also friendlier, cleaner, and more laid back than a lot of major cities in Europe, certainly more so than Paris.
This weekend I will be heading out to explore France’s countryside, specifically Bordeaux. I will be meeting wine makers and taking wine classes, as well as indulging in wine and food pairings and touring villages representative of this beautiful area.
I usually don’t post about my trips before I go, but I wanted you to pay close attention to this one because it is not often that I get to share a trip that of one my readers can enter to win and discover on their own!
Lack of sleep is an incredible thing. Go too long and it can be quite dangerous, but hang on to it for those beginning side effects and the world is a pretty interesting place. My teen and I arrived to Barcelona a day before our cruise with the Carnival Sunshine was scheduled to depart.
I wanted to arrive a day early because I had never been to this great Spanish city, and my son had never been to Europe. I never sleep on planes, I try to but just can’t, so I knew that it would be an interesting day for me.
My fondest memories as a child, and really the moments I remember being most cared for, are when watching my Dominican abuelita cook for me.
I was always in awe of the passion and focus she put into her dishes. In the Dominican Republic, I would go with her to the local bodega and watch her as she would order just enough of anything she needed to last her one day.
“5 cents of sugar and 10 cents of flour,” she would request. “25 cents of cheese.” And the bodeguero would wrap up her items in brown paper or place them in a brown paper bag.
Last fall I was invited by the American Diary Association & Dairy Council (ADADC) to learn about and visit local New York state dairy farmers. This visit was an important one for me because during the time of my visit there was a lot of talk going on online and in the news about farming practices and ways in which animals were treated and fed. As a parent, I have been working on making changes in my home to improve the quality of the foods and products that I feed my family.
In saying this however, I realize that having the choice is, in and of itself, a luxury. The truth is that, despite what advocates for organic and non-processed foods say, eating “healthier” in this country is expensive. It is a luxury – both in access and in affordability – that not many families can afford.
“Why are you going to Richmond?”
I got asked this question so many more times than I care to remember before taking the hour and a half flight from Newark into Virginia’s capital.
Mainly because I have learned that often times some of the best experiences can be found in the places you least expect to find them, and because I was invited by Richmond Regional Tourism to eat…and I love to eat!
I kind of expected to taste some pretty yummy food, but what I didn’t expect was that I would meet such passionate people, who in this community not only all know each other but also really support each other.