Foodies & Friends

foodies and friendsWelcome to Foodies & Friends—a celebration of food and the people who gather to share it.

Of all the senses, the sense of taste is most dependent on the others in order to achieve a true sensory experience. Each of the other senses plays a symbiotic role, evoking different parts of our psyche and establishing emotional connections that go well beyond nutrition.

The sounds of an engaging discussion around a dinner table are as just as much a part of the celebration as the food itself. Individual personalities flavor the conversation in many of the same ways that different ingredients flavor a meal. Food may restore the body, but true friendship is what restores the mind.

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Water, October And The End of Summer

Water, October And The End of Summer

Water. In my hometown you were never very far from water. It seems as if I’ve spent my life seeking it or it seeking me. The former was preferred as there was no better way to beat the heat. The...
Foodies & Friends – On Anniversaries

Foodies & Friends – On Anniversaries

As journalists, those were our darkest days. There were no lights, no phones, no power—anarchy ruled the streets. Flames floated on water from broken submerged natural gas lines. Tall, black columns of smoke rose from burning, flooded buildings. Citizens roamed...
Jamaica: Gateway to Flavor

Jamaica: Gateway to Flavor

The airplane dipped lower and lower, almost clipping the coconut palm, palmetto and ficus trees, then bounced to a landing. The hand-painted welcome sign across the prefab building, the terminal at the Montego Bay Airport, proclaimed it the “The Gateway...
Foodies & Friends – Boy Meets Grill

Foodies & Friends – Boy Meets Grill

Well, the upside was I didn’t have to call the fire department.   Grilling is the caveman of cooking. I believe a pyromania gene is embedded in the DNA of most boys. The love affair of boy meets grill as...
Early Lessons in Restaurant Etiquette

Early Lessons in Restaurant Etiquette

Birthdays were a big deal when we were young. We got dressed up and mom and dad piled my brother, sister and I into the Impala for the ride into the city to a fancy restaurant. It was usually an...

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