A selection of essays I've written that try to tell a deeper story.
One Mexican chef's lifelong journey with food.
On a peckish, food-driven walk through the La Candelaria neighborhood in Bogotá, I came across two tall, sturdy wooden doors. The type of doors that are asking for a knock. So I did. When the doors of Prudencia opened, the staff greeted us and asked if we had a reservation.
It was the most rain the city had seen in weeks, maybe months. It was unrelenting, but so was my hunger. Braving the downpour, we make our way up and down the network of hills on which the city of Valparaíso, Chile, is built. Just about every street is lined
Recently I took a trip up to the San Juan Islands, northwest of Seattle in the Salish Sea. Despite growing up in the Pacific Northwest, a journey to the islands has eluded me over the years.
At a small tavern in the remote Westfjords of Iceland, I knew I was in my happy place.