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Put On Some Shew - Travel Stories From Ireland Pt. 1

I find so many memories from our trip to Ireland wanting to come out as words rather than photos. So I thought I'd share photos alongside the writing and bit by bit make my way through some of the people and places and foods we experienced! I always love to hear the stories behind distant travels, and I hope you do too!

The airport bus deposited us (my brother, sister, sister-in-law, and me) onto the rain-slick slates of Dublin’s Cornmarket. At five in the morning very little stirred, even in busy old, cobbled old Dublin. Nevertheless, out the streaming bus windows we spied Mona Moore. She stood on the curb in a shiny rain jacket looking rather more like a suggestion than a reality in the quavering mist.
We’d not yet met Mona in the flesh.
She was a friend’s Irish grandmother and we’d kept her waiting for an hour longer than supposed in that pre-dawn cold because we couldn’t find our luggage on the carousel and the bus wouldn’t arrive.
Mona, however, seemed to mind neither our strangeness nor the fact that we were so late.

6 Chef Tools To Add To Your Kitchen

Guess how many months I've worked in the restaurant business? Seven. Already! It's weird to think that seven months ago I stood in front of a three-compartment sink without the faintest idea of how to work the drains, isn't it? Y'all, I still have so much to learn but I've come a distance since July. One thing I've become increasingly confident about is this growing list of professional tools that I've discovered I don't want to be without in my kitchen at home.

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The best tacos in Norfolk, Virginia are not created, as might be supposed, by any of the official tacquerias in the city (of which there aren't many), but by the back of house staff at Four Eleven York.

Coffee in Ireland: The Travel Guide

It's been nearly two months since I came home from Ireland and I'm finally getting life together enough to start writing about it! This endeavor definitely deserves some caffeine so of course we're going to begin by throwing together an illustrated travel guide to to coffee along our route. 

Besides a clean bed to sleep in at night and a rolling suitcase, what could be more essential to comfortable travel than being properly caffeinated? Contrary to my life now, I can remember the first time I ever walked into a Starbucks - it was the first coffee shop I'd ever been to in my life (if you can call Starbucks a proper coffee shop). Growing up we had this arbitrary rule that you couldn't drink coffee until you were thirteen, and even then you could only drink coffee while on a camping trip. Now, of course, my coffee habit is so pronounced that the manager of my favorite coffeehouse asked me to paint the trashcans and I frequently have dinner with one of the baristas and his wife. In America we're used to seeing coffee-shops on every corner - if not a craft coffeehouse, a Starbucks. If not a Starbucks, a walk-up counter with takeaway coffee. Ireland was a bit less this way the farther we traveled from hubs like Dublin, Galway, and Belfast, but we still managed to find and enjoy a wealth of coffee shops as we made our way through the Republic of, and Northern Ireland.

I Have A Brioche Body: The Power Of Being A Bigger Girl

You know, I've been thinking: my body makes perfect sense in the context of my job as a pastry cook. It is in my job description to eat cake. I have wide hips and soft curves in all the right places (and a couple of the wrong ones). Were I thirty pounds lighter you'd call me “sculpted.” As it is, I appear to have been shaped beautifully out of dough and then left somewhere warm to rise; same lines, somewhat less distinct. Soft. Wholesome. Real. I'm not chubby, I'm proofing.