The Sandpoint Eater
By Marcia Pilgeram Reader Columnist I just got home from Canada. I flew to Vancouver, British Columbia, to meet with travel industry partners. Many Alaska cruises begin or (end) in Vancouver, and I like...
By Marcia Pilgeram Reader Columnist I just got home from Canada. I flew to Vancouver, British Columbia, to meet with travel industry partners. Many Alaska cruises begin or (end) in Vancouver, and I like...
By Marcia Pilgeram Reader Columnist Last week, I made sourdough loaves that were photo-worthy. My daughter, Ryanne, is an expert baker and her loaves are always picture-perfect, while I have struggled to achieve comparable...
By Marcia Pilgeram Reader Staff Last week, I was in San Diego and discovered that Little Italy covers 48 square blocks, making it the largest Little Italy community in the U.S. It’s always been...
By Marcia Pilgeram Reader Columnist I’ve had some great dates; some of the most memorable were in Niles, a suburb of Chicago. In my private chef-train days, I spent much time in Chicago, preparing...
By Marcia Pilgeram Reader Columnist I’d been having a relatively easy week; Christmas was packed up and tucked away, ideas for this column were half-baked and my recipe for chili rellenos was ready to...
By Marcia Pilgeram Reader Columnist It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas. Wrapping gifts, planning menus and making shopping lists, baking and lots of parties might be the norm for many of us;...
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,...