I was introduced to gazpacho when I was a waiter at a restaurant next to Central Park, New York, in the early 2000s. The summer was particularly hot and everyone was on a gazpacho craze. I couldn’t understand why they wanted to slurp cold pureed tomatoes. Ick! One taste ...
One of two people I credit my love for food and ability to feed myself semi-decent meals is my dear old friend Campbell Whitman Riemens at Boots for Breakfast. She is a fellow mother abroad whose story and recipes I look forward to sharing here. (You will hear ...
