The Sandpoint Eater: Batter up!
By Marcia Pilgeram Reader Columnist Remember the Willie Nelson song, “To All the Girls I Left Behind?” Me? I’m singing the blues about all the cheeses (and sausages) I recently left behind in Paris. I...
By Marcia Pilgeram Reader Columnist Remember the Willie Nelson song, “To All the Girls I Left Behind?” Me? I’m singing the blues about all the cheeses (and sausages) I recently left behind in Paris. I...
By Marcia Pilgeram Reader Columnist I can’t stop with the shopping. My larder overflows with Thanksgiving dinner ingredients and Christmas baking supplies. I’m so grateful to have money to buy good food and a...
By Marcia Pilgeram Reader Columnist I recently met three longtime friends for breakfast at Connie’s. We’d barely turned in our standard order or broached our recent travels when the conversation turned to cooking. When...
By Marcia Pilgeram Reader Columnist I can’t remember the last time I hosted Christmas, but it was likely 12 or 13 years ago. Once the grandbabies were old enough to know of Santa’s existence,...
By Marcia Pilgeram Reader Columnist If I haven’t been there, it’s likely on my list. This year, I will conquer one of my most ambitious travel schedules. First, I am off to Greece, home...
By Marcia Pilgeram Reader Columnist It seems like plenty of my pals are coming or going on an epic fishing adventure (or two) this summer. Upon return, they show off their trophy-worthy catches with...
By Marcia Pilgeram Reader Columnist I have yet to buy a tomato all summer long. Lucky for me, there’s no need. I have longtime, lovely neighbors on either side of my home who supply...
By Marcia Pilgeram Reader Staff Two weeks ago, I was exploring the wilds of the Canadian Rockies as a guest of Rocky Mountaineer — the luxury touring train that operates several routes in Western...
By Marcia Pilgeram Reader Columnist When Sandpoint’s Dillon family opened Panhandle Cone and Coffee, I recall their new storefront having a lot of quiet days. Like many food startups, I wasn’t sure they were...
By Marcia Pilgeram Reader Columnist It’s hard to believe 11 years have passed since I created the dessert/cookie table for my youngest daughter Casey’s wedding in Chicago. It was everything we had envisioned it...