Wednesday, April 24, 2013

A Foggy Day in San Francisco

San Francisco has only one drawback - ’tis hard to leave. 
Rudyard Kipling 


A stroll around the old French Quarter of New Orleans, the weather as hot and steamy as the city’s reputation; dinner and theater, of course, in vibrant New York, a sidle up to an ice cream truck to appease our sweet tooth, vanilla for her, chocolate for me; and now a morning under the fog at the Ferry Building Farmer’s Market and lunch in San Francisco. Dianne Jacob and I have made it a rule and a tradition to spend time together whenever we are lucky enough to find ourselves at the same conference. I flew to her city, San Francisco and together we wended our way over to and through the market, snapping photos and ogling the great foods and products, chatting away the morning.

Monday, April 22, 2013

Plated Stories - An Interlude

JUST A FEW ANNOUNCEMENTS

On the heels of a fabulous IACP conference, I just wanted to pause to make a few announcements. An interlude. Things happen that excite, things happen that make one glow with pride. Things happen that must be shared. My readers know that several things have been brewing, that I have been working hard on projects right and left. Now, not all have yet come to fruition, but it is time to share just a few before getting back to regularly scheduled blogging.


Wednesday, April 17, 2013

IACP CONFERENCE SAN FRANCISCO Part I

JUST THE BEGINNING…


Lights ! Camera ! Action !

I stared into the camera like a deer in the headlights, frozen and stunned yet knowing that I had to move. I tried to hold my gaze, stay focused, not squint into the blinding blaze of the bulbs, not stumble over my fear of being on the spot. Interviewed! Live! Well, okay, yes it was simply an ipod and the lights were from the ceiling above; this was no television or film set but a vast ballroom in some hotel (okay, so not just any hotel, but that comes later) but I was impressed nonetheless. Think quick, think on one’s feet, something I have not been necessarily good at. But here I was, Denise Vivaldo pressed up against my right shoulder, moral support, whispering encouragement and funny, irreverent things into my ear as I try to channel even a tad of her confidence.

Wednesday, April 3, 2013

Sèches du Haut-Doubs

LEAVING ON A JET PLANE

Travel, in the younger sort, is a part of education; in the elder, a part of experience. 
Francis Bacon, Sr. 


When are you leaving? In a week?” He looked at me from his usual corner of the sofa, bald, skinny, healing Boston snuggled in the heavy blanket in the gap between his legs. Eyebrows raised in amused astonishment, he teased “What? And you haven’t even started packing yet?

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