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Broodje Haring (you heard me)

I’m standing in the middle of Albert Cuyp Market, in Amsterdam checking out a pair of size 39 orange clogs, you know for kicking around in, when my husband, Jeff says he wants to take me to lunch. I narrow … Continue reading

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Passing Judgement

Every weekday morning, as I drive home from dropping my eldest daughter off at school, my minivan passes by a small boy walking along the busy, morning rush-hour road. He can’t be more than 7 or 8 years old. He … Continue reading

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Food Memories

We moved to Augusta, Georgia June of 2000. My oldest daughter was three years old, and would start pre-school in later that summer. One of the first people I got to know (someone who remains a dear friend today) was … Continue reading

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Longest Day of the Year

Our backyard at 10:30pm June 20th It’s 7pm and my two 5 year olds just went outside to play. Haven’t even begun to think of making dinner. The sun is shinning like it is 12:45 in the afternoon; this has … Continue reading

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Forking Foreigner: Blood Sausage

Blood sausage—there, I said it. That is as gruesome as this post will get. But I wanted to put it out there, blood sausage. It’s not something I grew up thinking about, certainly not eating. In my small town in the middle … Continue reading

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Forking Foreigner: Rollmops

Introducing a new element to Finding Tasty– the Forking Foreigner. In this weekly column I will discuss, quite emotionally at times, new foods I find, as a foreigner traveling around England, Europe, even back in the States. If it’s is … Continue reading

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‘Maters

I never really liked tomatoes until I was 32 years old, moved down to Georgia and ate my first exquisitely ripe tomato. It was there in a funky roadside produce stand that I discovered the beauty of a flavorful tomato; … Continue reading

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Forking Foreigner: 6 British Foods I Will Never Eat Again

A million years ago when it took days (if not weeks) to chase an animal down in your barefeet, kill it with your handmade bow and arrow, eviscerate and butcher it with the shard of shale that one of your … Continue reading

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Duck Race II

I wrote briefly about our village’s duck race taking place the day after Easter. I was very excited about this event, expecting to find hundreds of ducks decked out in sporting gear while their owners paced nervously, wringing their hands … Continue reading

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Duck Race…?

I’ve been intrigued by these signs ever since seeing them tacked up around our village a few weeks ago.Questions ran through my mind like: How do ducks race, exactly? Do they run? Waddle? Swim? Will they sport spritely coloured racing … Continue reading

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