I’m still not sold on the charcuterie.
A platter of artisanal meats of assorted shapes, sizes, origins, and flavors, curated and arranged by a master chef. Waiting to be tasted, savored, and evaluated. Taking your fifty dollars, but not always living up to the hype. Read More
We’d pack the car after my dad returned from work – a family of weekend warriors headed north. The three hour drive was punctuated by several notable landmarks: the state prison, the outlet mall, the hamburger place, the life-size lawn chair, fireworks, suicidal deer and – finally – the cabin. Read More
For eight weeks, we were under the influence. We were intoxicated by the contrast of sunny days and cool nights; lava flows and lush rainforests. We would sit on the lanai and watch as distant storms blurred the horizon and allowed the ocean and sky to become one. We’d lose track of time and talk about how incredible it was that the sun had been replaced by a sliver of moon. Read More