By Marcia Pilgeram Reader Columnist Remember plucking petals off the daisy and reciting, “He loves me; he loves me not”? This month, plucking petals, I find myself saying, “Summer’s here; no it’s not.” Fingers...
By Marcia Pilgeram Reader Columnist Early Sunday morning, armed with a well-wrapped, hot-from-the-oven huckleberry and rhubarb cobbler, I hightailed it to daughter Casey’s home in Spokane. It turns out her little ones — Runa...
By Marcia Pilgeram Reader Columnist In all past years, I counted on my magnificent, blooming rhododendron to announce the beginning of our long-awaited summer in Sandpoint. Alas, this year, the pride of my yard...
By Marcia Pilgeram Reader Columnist It was good seeing Bego again. She owns the Cook and Taste Cooking School in Barcelona. When we met last September, we made plans for my ladies’ group to...
By Marcia Pilgeram Reader Columnist When I returned home from my most recent travels and opened the 60-pound suitcase that I’d carried far too often the previous two weeks, it carried me right back...
By Marcia Pilgeram Reader Staff Hopefully, all of my edible Italian treasures — carefully wrapped and crammed into every nook and cranny of luggage space — will find their way past U.S. Customs, and...
By Marcia Pilgeram Reader Columnis Next week, I’m off on a long-planned adventure, though my timing is bittersweet. I’ll be missing my favorite family holiday: Easter. It’s so early this year that it snuck...
By Marcia Pilgeram Reader Columnist When my anti-train noise neighbors lobbied and won approval for a no-horn zone in Ponder Point, I sorely missed those long, warning whistles from the big, blue-liveried engines of...
By Marcia Pilgeram Reader Columnist It’s a wrap, folks. The 16th annual Heart Ball proved as successful as its predecessors. The following night, I watched the Grammys and thought that the Bonner General Health...
By Marcia Pilgeram Reader Columnist Call them what you may — miners’ pasty, Cornish pasty, Butte pasty or meat hand pie — no other food evokes stronger food memories for me. I grew...
