The Sandpoint Eater: Goddess of the garden
By Marcia Pilgeram
Reader Columnist
Last weekend, the massive mound of crusty snow finally disappeared from my corner lot. The kids refer to it as Mount Mimi (thanks to a …
By Marcia Pilgeram
Reader Columnist
Last weekend, the massive mound of crusty snow finally disappeared from my corner lot. The kids refer to it as Mount Mimi (thanks to a …
By Marcia Pilgeram
Reader Columnist
I haven’t had a bite of Greek food since a delightful, multi-course lunch last December in Cannes. Greek cuisine is at the top of my …
By Marcia Pilgeram
Reader Columnist
Some mornings, sitting here with my omnipresent cup of hot coffee, l struggle to find 700-800 words to fill my column. For inspiration, I ponder …
By Marcia Pilgeram
Reader Columnist
Part luck and part pluck brought me here to Sandpoint more than 25 years ago. A group of investors hired me to oversee the guest …
By Marcia Pilgeram
Reader Columnist
Who else preserves their holy cards in cookbooks? When I was in parochial school, holy cards were doled out like morning donuts at a police …
By Marcia Pilgeram
Reader Columnist
Years (and years) ago, I was a bored teenager, visiting my father for what felt like an endless hot summer in the California desert. One …
By Marcia Pilgeram
Reader Columnist
Since my last column, I can’t get the Johnny Cash lyrics, “I’ve been everywhere, man,” out of my head. My first stop (en route to …
By Marcia Pilgeram
Reader Columnist
They’re gone. It feels tranquil now after several days with 12 (mostly adorable) hungry bodies at my table. Though I did make all three types …
By Marcia Pilgeram
Reader Columnist
This October was one for the record books. I don’t remember the fall foliage ever being more beautifully ablaze. It’s exactly 800 miles, doorstep-to-doorstep, from …
By Marcia Pilgeram
Reader Columnist
Twenty-five years ago, in shop class, my son made a book-holder for me. It remains a beloved piece, displaying a handful of favorite cookbooks. Although …