For Christmas this year, my adorable nieces in Fairbanks gave me the holiday death plague. Complete with hacking cough, sore throat, congestion…you get the idea. I feel like death warmed over.
In my delirious, sick-y state I decided I needed to bake something. I know, I know. I’m a terrible baker.
Spoken Word is not a new art form, it is seen throughout history in the form of storytelling, oral history and song.
Now Spoken Word is unraveling into an international movement, looking to promote the voices of the voiceless, focusing specifically on teens.
The internet said eighty degree weather in California the first week of December. So, husband Dave and I left our mittens in the car before flying to Los Angeles for a bankruptcy conference and Fall art.
Sitting in our hotel room later, I kept hearing Sinatra singing, “hate California, it’s cold and it’s damp.” Catalina Island looked like a cake submerged in whipped cream.
Eagle River’s Kastle’s Kreations, purveyor of quality cupcakes, recently won big on TV’s Cupcake Wars with their Lemon Rosemary Smoked Salmon cupcake.
Here is the recipe, direct from Kastle’s Kreations – in case you’re adventurous enough to try it yourself!
I don’t know if a Sunday has ever gone by without my dad eating poached eggs. I’ve never really been one for traditional breakfast meals and much prefer cereal with berries and yogurt.
But, after 30 years, I decided it is time I get on the grown-up breakfast bandwagon.
Tarri Thurman has been a metalsmith for 10 years. Originally a hairdresser from Ann Arbor, Michigan, she moved to Alaska in 1995, working a variety of jobs from back hoe operator to arborist to pizza maker.
She sold my first piece of artwork as an apprentice, off the bench, before it was completed.
On their first Christmas together, my parents purchased a simple red aluminum foil star for the top of their small tabletop Christmas tree.
In the snapshot they stand on either side of the tree. The star has a large hole in the center, obviously meant for a tree light to be inserted from the back.
Ah, Thanksgiving. A time for friends and family to gather around the table in love and friendship, so that we may all sit down, say grace, and stuff our faces full of delicious foods drenched in butter and cream.
At this point, what I really should tell you about is this delectable little recipe I am sharing with you for your holiday table. But what I really want to tell you about is how I’m getting a turkey on a plane for Thanksgiving.
We surf all over Alaska. And, the real story is the incredible Alaskan coastline with its immense wilderness areas and awe inspiring weather.
The video series will show what it’s like to venture out into this incredible scenery at times when the weather is not necessarily hospitable.
There comes a time in every woman’s life when her grit, determination, and willpower are put to the test. A time when resolve and fortitude are challenged in a epic battle of skill, creativity, and knowledge.
Of course, I’m talking about the Alaska Sustainable Seafood Cookoff! The Challenge: Four duos battle it out in one hour to produce the best seafood dish for 5 local foodie judges.
My friend Pauline died recently. From the time I heard that she was ill, and since she passed, I spent a lot of time thinking about the dynamo that was Pauline and the times when our paths crossed.
Pauline and I were friends, but not best friends. We didn’t hang out together, giggle about boys, or share our innermost teenage angst. Were we not classmates at Anchorage High School, we most likely never would have met.
With all of the leaves gone, the weather is starting to feel less like fall and more like winter, and I’m somewhat surprised that there is no snow on the ground yet.
I’ve been taking full advantage of the un-frozen earth, however, and am still enjoying the harvests from the garden.
With or without lobster mushrooms (see photo below), this quick, easy seafood soup is one of our wintertime favorites. Other iterations have featured broiled or grilled salmon, smoked salmon, and Alaska shrimp.
We enjoyed this soup with homemade biscuits.
Paramotoring over Eklutna Lake and Twin Peaks near Anchorage, Alaska – the golden fall scenery is amazing in September.
“I packed one suit, two shirts and two ties,” Dad said to Mom the night before he left Portland.
He had accepted a job with the Bureau of Land Management in Anchorage and needed to be presentable for work, but had little room in the old Plymouth for much of anything in addition to camping equipment, food, fishing gear and his beloved guns.