The Sandpoint Eater: Goddess of the garden
By Marcia Pilgeram Reader Columnist Last weekend, the massive mound of crusty snow finally disappeared from my corner lot. The kids refer to it as Mount Mimi (thanks to a snowplow operator who piles...
By Marcia Pilgeram Reader Columnist Last weekend, the massive mound of crusty snow finally disappeared from my corner lot. The kids refer to it as Mount Mimi (thanks to a snowplow operator who piles...
By Marcia Pilgeram Reader Columnist I haven’t had a bite of Greek food since a delightful, multi-course lunch last December in Cannes. Greek cuisine is at the top of my food chain, and I...
By Marcia Pilgeram Reader Columnist It turns out COVID is no longer my biggest fear or my worst enemy, and I’m sure I’m not alone. The coverage of the assault in Ukraine leaves me...
By Marcia Pilgeram Reader Columnist Some mornings, sitting here with my omnipresent cup of hot coffee, l struggle to find 700-800 words to fill my column. For inspiration, I ponder past travels or recent...
By Marcia Pilgeram Reader Columnist Part luck and part pluck brought me here to Sandpoint more than 25 years ago. A group of investors hired me to oversee the guest services for their tourist...
By Marcia Pilgeram Reader Columnist Who else preserves their holy cards in cookbooks? When I was in parochial school, holy cards were doled out like morning donuts at a police precinct. If you grew...
By Marcia Pilgeram Reader Columnist Years (and years) ago, I was a bored teenager, visiting my father for what felt like an endless hot summer in the California desert. One day after he and...
By Marcia Pilgeram Reader Columnist A friend from Montana recently called, asking about dining reservations for her upcoming ski trip to Sandpoint. Sadly, I shared with her, some of my favorite spots have gone...
By Marcia Pilgeram Reader Columnist Since my last column, I can’t get the Johnny Cash lyrics, “I’ve been everywhere, man,” out of my head. My first stop (en route to Cannes, France, to attend...
By Marcia Pilgeram Reader Columnist They’re gone. It feels tranquil now after several days with 12 (mostly adorable) hungry bodies at my table. Though I did make all three types of our favorite stuffings,...