Posts tagged “alaska”

The Fantastic Mr. Feedbag

Blog of the Week:

The Fantastic Mr. Feedbag

Writers:

Fourth generation Alaskans Leo Helmar (aka Mr. Feedbag) and his sister Patrice Aphrodite Helmar

Where:

Juneau, Alaska

What:

Leo’s pithy reviews of Juneau eateries started the blog, but it’s mostly been taken over by Patrice, who cooks and ...

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Lessons from a Fig Tree: Creativity & Greek Jam Tart

Wild Fig Tree & Church in Greek Countryside

In days gone by, when Stev­en’s grandmother was alive and our house was hers, a massive fig tree dominated the tiny yard. Its crown of broad, leathery leaves provided welcome shelter from the scorching Greek sun. Like the house, the old fig was part of grandmother’s dowry.

By 1985, when my ...

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How to Store Eggplant

Linda asks, “The eggplant seemed fine when I brought it home from the store yesterday, but today when I took it out of the refrigerator, the insides were brown instead of white. Did I do something wrong? Was it a mistake to put eggplant in the refrigerator?”

In Greece, our kitchen ...

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Quick & Easy Cakes for Fall Fruit

We stepped off the plane in Anchorage a month ago. The sun was shining brightly; the air crisp and cold. Our clothing, suitable for 75°F weather we left behind in Greece, left us shivering in Alaska.

We were one of the last to pass customs; our suitcases, fully packed with delicious ...

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Triqui Family Makes Life in Alaska, Leaves Oaxacan Violence Behind

Tomato Rice

Reyna Martinez DeJesus stood before a line of smoking grills at the back of “Ricos Tostaditos,” a Mexican food stand at the Northway Mall Farmers’ Market. Tall pots, tightly covered and steaming, crowded two of the grills. On another, flank steaks cooked over flame, sending their tantalizing aromas out into ...

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Kale Glut? Make Easy Tart with Fancy Name

A few days ago we left Athens on a sunny 80°F day, warm enough to welcome airport air-conditioning. Thirty-six hours later, back in Anchorage, the sun still shone, but the temperature was only 40°F. A chill north wind cut through the lightweight clothing I’d donned on another continent.

When we arrived ...

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