Food
It Takes a Birthday to Get Me to Cook
For someone who loves to eat as much as I do, it may seem a bit odd that I hate cooking. I guess hate is a strong word, but I tend to avoid it. I tend to only cook ridiculously simple meals, or meals that are all prep and minimal monitoring (like baking, which I love). I do, however, enjoy… Continue reading
Best Ice Cream in Buenos Aires
My obsession with ice cream is so great that I sometimes have a hard time pinpointing my favorites. Argentina undoubtedly has some of the best ice cream in the world (check out these Argentina ice cream facts), which is why I spent so much time and money on this wonderful treat while I lived there. People are always asking… Continue reading
Food Friday: Toasted Ravioli
Welcome to another post in my St. Louis Food series in which I highlight some of my hometown’s famous foods.
Today’s post is all about Toasted Ravioli.
Toasted Ravioli
Apparently, Toasted Ravioli is an STL thing
Growing up in St. Louis, I had no idea that the rest of the US was deprived of… Continue reading
Travel Cooking: An Ode to Eggs
While traveling, the food budget sometimes gets a bit tight. Throw crappy hostel kitchens on top of that, and it’s a wonder some budget travelers don’t starve. I recently remembered a conversation I had with Stephanie about the wonders of eggs and how they are a staple for all budget travelers. I recalled the memory with such fondess that I… Continue reading
5 Must Try Foods in Argentina
I lived in Argentina for nearly two years, and traveled there a few times before that. I adore Argentina for many reasons, but, to be completely honest, I was never too terribly impressed with food in Argentina, overall. I love to eat, so that’s certainly saying something. While I don’t think Argentina is an amazing culinary destination, I can definitely… Continue reading
Christmas Cookies: I’ll Be Home For Christmas!
I spent the last 2 Christmases in Buenos Aires, Argentina. I do not have a big family and Christmas Day is usually not all that exciting, so it wasn’t on December 25th when I felt horribly homesick. It was 2 weeks before, when I should have been home with my Mama baking thousands of cookies.
