Foodists

  Vacant eyes obsessively track the road’s painted solid white line. Deep breaths repetitively inhale the increasingly sparse oxygen. Pedals turnover rhythmically up the unceasing ten degree incline. The landscape…

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I thought I knew olive oil. In fact I’ve always sort been an olive oil snob, willing to pay extravagant prices for “the good stuff”, most often from Italy, Spain or Greece, but Famiglia Creanza Olive Oil…

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When my friends and I decided to go to Naples we were warned by others who had visited not to stay for too long because it was gross, dirty and disgusting. To the contrary we found Naples an authentic Italian experience…

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From noble stock? Not I. But I’m comforted personally by the notion we’re all dirt-digging peasants with appetites base and common. After all, many of the world’s proudest culinary traditions came into being as…

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Today’s guest post is by Gen Handley. After retiring as a high school teacher after one, very long year, Gen decided to pursue the craft of writing instead of teaching it to future generations. He has since…

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The biggest bummer about wandering the markets while travelling is not having a kitchen to cook the enticing ingredients in.  My eyes sparkled when I saw the lovely innards displayed proudly throughout Mercato Centrale…

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Offal, in the form of animal innards or refuse bits, bounced back to the top of the food trend ladder. Woohoo! Go, North America. In many regions around the world, offal is neither novel nor a delicacy; it’s just a…

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Foodists, foodie….whatever you wanna be called, it’s people who love food. Really love it. They can have long conversations criticizing, rhapsodizing and just plain obsessing about it. Sound familiar? On one of my…

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…Ice cream! Gelato actually. As someone who owns and fairly regularly uses his ice cream maker, I’ve got a great appreciation for what goes into a quality ice cream or gelato. This is both a good and a bad…

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After a very long day of arriving in Florence recently – three flights from Norway, a train from Bologna to our destination, and a final hike to our hotel – Kristil and I arrived feeling tired, grimy and in…

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