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...
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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...
The Sandpoint Eater: Grill talk
By Marcia Pilgeram Reader Columnis Did you know Father’s Day was established by Sonora Smart Dodd, a Spokane woman? The first celebration commemorating fathers in the U.S. was held June 19, 1910, right in...
The Sandpoint Eater: May days
By Marcia Pilgeram Reader Contributor May’s not even over yet, and it has not disappointed. The first days of May were the tailend of our Ireland trip. I was just home long enough to...
The Sandpoint Eater: Read all about it
By Marcia Pilgeram Reader Columnist A few months back, while I was doing some research on Meyer lemons, I found several stories about Frank Meyer. I was intrigued and had to learn more. After...
The Sandpoint Eater: Let us eat cake!
By Marcia Pilgeram Reader Columnist Our days in Ireland are waning, and every time I ready myself to return home from here, packed alongside my tired clothes and a handful of edible souvenirs, is...
The Sandpoint Eater: All stalked up
By Marcia Pilgeram Reader Columnist My surefire “signs of spring” are popping up everywhere. For the third year, the sweetest crow ever (whom I’ve christened Crowbie) has made himself known to me. He delights...
