The Sandpoint Eater: Village people
By Marcia PilgermaReader Columnist I brought a few souvenirs home from my recent trip to Italy and France. In addition to a few well-earned (no regrets) pounds, it included a selection of grandkid-friendly and...
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The Sandpoint Eater: A season of (really big) thanks
By Marcia PilgeramReader Columnist It’s Thanksgiving week, and yes, I know, I know, every essay and social media post at this time begins with a version of: “What I am grateful for.” But clichés...
The Sandpoint Eater: Italy meets Idaho
By Marcia PilgeramReader Columnist In the last column, I was lamenting the fact that I was long overdue for some local eatery meals, chiefly because I’d been traveling a lot. Trust me when I...
The Sandpoint Eater: Falling into place
By Marcia PilgeramReader Columnist Welp, the “Sandpoint Eater” has been eating everywhere but Sandpoint lately; and, truth be told, I’ve been missing my usual local haunts. It’s been a few weeks since I’ve settled...
The Sandpoint Eater: A taste of Canada
By Marcia PilgeramReader Columnist After 7,000 miles, five planes, three trains and myriad meals, we 18 adventurous women are back! This highly anticipated trip had been in the making for more than a year;...
The Sandpoint Eater: From bat mitzvah to bok choy
By Marcia PilgeramReader Columnist Last weekend I traveled to Portland, Ore., for a bat mitzvah. It was a first for me, and it was moving. I had no idea of the preparation, study and...
The Sandpoint Eater: In the chips
By Marcia PilgeramReader Columnist I’ve spent a lot of my life trying to make cookies “better.” That was the baker in me — the professional caterer — tinkering with recipes, adding special ingredients, like...
The Sandpoint Eater: What a peach
By Marcia PilgeramReader Staff I’ll admit, to most folks, that nothing compares to the sweet aroma of plump, ripe peaches. But, to be honest, I’ve always had a complicated relationship with them. While peach...
The Sandpoint Eater: Berry fun
By Marcia PilgeramReader Columnist I’ve been hosting my progeny here for more than a month. The last brood belonged to my youngest daughter, Casey, and her two adorable littles: Sam and Runa. There’s no...
The Sandpoint Eater: Provenance of a potato
By Marcia PilgeramReader Columnist Last month, my family had an early and abbreviated gathering in Montana. For many years, I planned all the menus, shopped and was responsible for most of the meals. Back...
