The Sandpoint Eater: Time for the table
By Marcia Pilgeram Reader Columnist Since my last column, I can’t get the Johnny Cash lyrics, “I’ve been everywhere, man,” out of my head. My first stop (en route to Cannes, France, to attend...
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The Sandpoint Eater: Still thankful
By Marcia Pilgeram Reader Columnist They’re gone. It feels tranquil now after several days with 12 (mostly adorable) hungry bodies at my table. Though I did make all three types of our favorite stuffings,...
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By Marcia Pilgeram Reader Columnist This October was one for the record books. I don’t remember the fall foliage ever being more beautifully ablaze. It’s exactly 800 miles, doorstep-to-doorstep, from my son Zane’s home...
The Sandpoint Eater: Baking with buttermilk
By Marcia Pilgeram Reader Columnist Twenty-five years ago, in shop class, my son made a book-holder for me. It remains a beloved piece, displaying a handful of favorite cookbooks. Although the books change, the...
The Sandpoint Eater: Spanish sighs
By Marcia Pilgeram Reader Columnist Yep, I’m still talking tomatoes. When I left home a couple of weeks ago, it was under threat of frost. I thought of many of you, outside in the...
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By Marcia Pilgeram Reader Columnist For the first time in 15 years, my youngest daughter, Casey, and her family showed up this past weekend for no particular reason. There are no weeks of planning...
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By Marcia Pilgeram Reader Columnist I’m home. Feels good to be back, and it feels like fall’s found her way back here, too. I’ve gleaned the garden and, let me tell you, that didn’t...
The Sandpoint Eater: Tots and tots
By Marcia Pilgeram Reader Columnist After months of planning and anticipating the arrival of youngest daughter Casey’s family (the Chicago Four), their move to Spokane is (mostly) complete. For the first time in a...
The Sandpoint Eater: Once upon a time
By Marcia Pilgeram Reader Columnist Those who know me well would tell you that I am rarely a woman at a loss for words. Not true this week. I tried to work on this...
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By Marcia Pilgeram Reader Columnist So sorry, Sara Lee. There’s no lovin’ coming from my oven any time soon. There’s no love coming from my stovetop, either. Trying to stay cool in this unprecedented,...
