The Sandpoint Eater
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...
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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...
The Sandpoint Eater: Brunch bunch
By Marcia Pilgeram Reader Columnist It’s beginning to look a lot like normal everywhere I go. Last week I made a trip to see travel clients in southern California who’d just emerged from lockdown....
The Sandpoint Eater: The grill of your dreams
By Marcia Pilgeram Reader Columnist Seems like everyone is in barbecue mode. Every store I came across this past week had a massive display, showcasing all the equipment needed for pro- and amateur-BBQ master...
The Sandpoint Eater
By Marcia Pilgeram Reader columnist Why do weeds grow like, well, weeds and vegetable seedlings grow like premature, orphaned rescue babies? I had no idea these minuscule little green stems would be more labor-intensive...
The Sandpoint Eater: Celebrating spring
By Marcia Pilgeram Reader Columnist What a difference a day makes. Exactly 14 days past my second Moderna vaccine, I headed into Eichardt’s and saddled up to the bar, where Doug (by memory) drew...
The Sandpoint Eater
By Marcia Pilgeram Reader Columnist Last June, from my quarantine fortress, I made one of my rare, early-COVID outings. Circumspect but determined, I donned a mask and gloves and made a quick trip to...
The Sandpoint Eater: Classy Kahlua
By Marcia Pilgeram Reader Columnist I couldn’t be happier to report to you that I will soon have my second Moderna vaccination under my sleeve, and it already feels so liberating. I’m not yet...
Bon appetit, Mr. President
By Marcia Pilgeram Reader Columnist This past couple of weeks felt like a carnival ride, filled with hills and chills, and spills and shills. And per usual, when I feel angst, I feed my...
The Sandpoint Eater
By Marcia Pilgeram Reader Staff Ever since my youngest, Casey, has had babies, my Christmas routine has been flying to Chicago, spending a week and then leaving Christmas morning on the earliest flight. I’d...
