The Sandpoint Eater: My choice is chocolate
By Marcia PilgeramReader Columnist There are moments when the world feels too loud to recognize. Lately, for me, politics has been one of those things. The elections left me carrying a heaviness like a...
By Marcia PilgeramReader Columnist There are moments when the world feels too loud to recognize. Lately, for me, politics has been one of those things. The elections left me carrying a heaviness like a...
By Marcia PilgeramReader Columnist In Ireland, cream runs as thick as an authentic Irish brogue. Real cream. Not the apologetic half-and-half that passes for luxury here at home, but proper heavy cream with substance,...
By Marcia PilgeramReader Columnist I just returned from a holiday to Ireland. I was traveling with a couple of favorite cousins and — like I once did — they assumed that potatoes are the...
By Marcia PilgeramReader Columnist Spring has arrived (I think). It’s time to roll down the car windows, grab a map or two (yes, paper maps, please) and follow the two-lane highways stitching together the...
By Marcia PilgeramReader Columnist Earlier this week, in great anticipation of juvenile house guests arriving for Easter, I made a pilgrimage to Costco. As I perused the cereal aisle, the sweetest little family rolled...
By Marcia PilgeramReader Columnist At the risk of sounding cliché, can we please talk about the weather? About “spring” rushing forth like an angry lion and then going absolutely nowhere — lingering, circling back...
The power of pasta By Marcia PilgeramReader Columnist I had a houseful of family over the weekend and, with St. Patrick’s Day right around the corner, I first mused about making a recipe to...
By Marcia PilgeramReader Columnist Mamma mia! Here I go again. This coming October, I’m heading out on another adventure with a favorite group of intrepid peers — older, wiser and fun-seeking women. This time,...
By Marcia PilgeramReader Columnist Lately, my social media and email have been blowing up with Super Bowl hype. Even though I’m still not sure what a first down is, I’m sure down for the...
By Marcia PilgeramReader Columnist Some recipes arrive neatly typed on index cards, already perfected. Others are passed down through labor, patience and love — learned by watching hands at work long before you understand...