• Olive Oil and Salt Roasted Sweet Potatoes & Beets
  • The Veggie Cuban Sandwich
  • Mango & Fennel Citrus Salad
  • Pavlova with Fresh Berries
  • Andalusia & The White Hill Villages
  • The Beauty of Barcelona & Seville
  • Arriving in France – Lunching in Italy, Oo La La!
  • Honey, Lime and Cumin Roasted Chicken
  • Quick and Easy Organic Strawberry Jam
  • Super Bowl Sunday and Five Feet of Snow
  • Organic Apple & Cranberry Galette
  • Fresh Intention for the New Year
  • Meditation in Snow and Silence
  • Norwegian Gløgg

Navajo Tacos ~ Santa Fe Style


Being such a prominent hub of Native American traditions, Catholicism and New Age practices, Santa Fe oozes mystery and ancient spirituality – it’s a melting pot of soulful and creative people, and wickedly spicy food. It is no surprise that there are fabulous shops, museums, art galleries and incredible restaurants throughout the town. When in… 

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Entering the Year of Grace 2015


Today the Christmas tree finally comes down as our last houseguest of the holiday season has left. Our home is quiet, but still, a faint echoing of our grown kids exists in the walls or maybe just in my heart. We had such fun with ski trips to Aspen, Vail, Beaver Creek and Keystone, and… 

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Mediterranean Flatbread


I woke up to the pretty picture out my bedroom window of big snowflakes still dropping on trees already thickly frosted with days of snow. The quiet that goes along with it, a fire warming the room, a hot creamy latte brought to me in bed by my sweet husband, rounds out the perfect morning…. 

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The Modern Waldorf Salad


My favorite girl and I have just returned from a big road trip to Arizona to visit with family. China and I have done this many times over the years – the two of us hanging our heads out the windows with the wind blowing in our faces. Tooling our way down through Colorado on… 

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Vegan Burmese Kao Soi


Just the other day we had snow which felt a little unwelcomed so early in the season but a couple of days later it was in the high eighties and I was feeling grateful, as were my plants that struggle as it is to flower and ripen fruit in this high mountain air and the… 

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Olive Oil and Salt Roasted Sweet Potatoes & Beets


The weather has been a bit funky here and I can’t figure out what to wear or eat because one minute it is eighty degrees and the next minute it is cold and rainy. Part of me is looking forward to the fall and all that comes with it, but there is the other part… 

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Vanilla Meringues with Fresh Peach & Raspberry Coulis


Yesterday I was inspired by the morning light that I saw peeking through our bedroom curtains with a hue of pink and yellow, similar to the honeysuckle in our yard.  I made my way down the stairs with our pup and kitty in tow. Outside on the deck, the wood was cold and damp on… 

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A cool Aspen morning quickly turned warm in the high altitude sun. We strolled the Aspen Farmers’ Market with our dog, China, picking up some  juicy organic peaches along the way. We could smell the sweet and smokey aroma of assorted green chills being roasted over flames and hear the sound of a young couple… 

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My breath escaped me for a moment as I, like the rest of the world, learned three days ago that Robin Williams had passed away. Even this morning as I read the tributes and painful good-byes from those who knew him well, I was having a difficult time comprehending how such a bright light could… 

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Ten Years


My eyes fluttered open at four o’clock in the morning and I found myself waking to the awareness of the brevity of life, my mortality and the mystery of it all. A slightly uncomfortable feeling washed over me, a sadness. It was then that I remembered that it was the ten-year anniversary of my mother’s… 

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Stephenie’s Blueberry Peach Cobbler


I awkwardly twirled and swayed, feeling every bit of my fifty-three years. Pretty people, mostly in their twenties and thirties, rocked about me shouting and whistling, urging the guitarist, my husband, on with his riff of fingers moving fast and furious across the frets with an occasional wail when he would slide his hand up… 

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