Category: INTERNATIONAL DINING

  • COME SAIL AWAY

    COME SAIL AWAY

    Last May, I had the chance to leave my husband and hormonal teen daughters behind (darn!) and sail with a friend on the Rhine Getaway, one of Viking’s most popular river cruise itineraries. The plan? We’d sail on the Rhine through Germany from the gateway city of Basel, Switzerland, to Amsterdam on the Viking Hlin (pronounced…

  • EATING WELL IN ATHENS ON ANY BUDGET

    EATING WELL IN ATHENS ON ANY BUDGET

    When I travel abroad, I set aside most of my money for two things: food and sights. I’ve forgone souvenirs, comfortable beds, and convenient timetables for the ability to eat well and see what I’ve always dreamed of seeing. My trip to Athens was no different. I had the good fortune to snag a dream…

  • TAKING A BITE OUT OF JAMAICA

    TAKING A BITE OUT OF JAMAICA

    “Diana, what exactly do you do with these green bananas?” I asked. Diana looked at me with inquisitive eyes, in a what-do-you-mean-you-don’t-know way. “I bought these green bananas by mistake, thinking they’d ripen. But they haven’t.” She smiled sweetly and proceeded to show me how to cook them. “Slice the top and bottom, make a…

  • BRING TRAVEL HOME INTO YOUR KITCHEN

    BRING TRAVEL HOME INTO YOUR KITCHEN

    The first real memory I have of my kitchen pantry was when I was eight years old and my baby brother was born. It was then that my parents changed our pantry to make space for this bouncing baby boy. Fast-forward a whole bunch of decades and a handful of kitchens later, and I can…

  • INTERNATIONAL DINING ETIQUETTE

    INTERNATIONAL DINING ETIQUETTE

    First, an embarrassing confession. When I started my first job after grad school, my new colleagues took me out to a Thai restaurant, a brand-new experience for me. When I saw the fork and knife at my place setting, I figured they just assumed their largely non-Asian clientele weren’t comfortable with chopsticks. Thinking I was…

  • BRING TRAVEL HOME INTO YOUR KITCHEN

    BRING TRAVEL HOME INTO YOUR KITCHEN

    The first real memory I have of my kitchen pantry was when I was eight years old and my baby brother was born. It was then that my parents changed our pantry to make space for this bouncing baby boy. Fast-forward a whole bunch of decades and a handful of kitchens later, and I can…