“Baby, baby, baby, You’re Out of Time.” Rolling Stones Farewell Aunt Jemima, Uncle Ben and, more than likely, the zaftig and glistening Mrs. Butterworth. You had a good run, but frankly, I’m actually surprised you’ve lasted this long. Also banished from butter (and other dairy products) is the Land ‘O
I woke up with a slight headache and sore throat the other day. My first thought was “What if it’s…?” YOU KNOW WHAT, as I reviewed the risks I’d taken the week before. Because, I more than dipped a little toe in last week; I went to three restaurants and
It started with my car. After driving home from the Keys in the rain, my bags in the trunk felt a bit damp. As I opened up the trunk to see what was going on, I was greeted with a good inch of water inside. I pulled out tons of
Well, life being locked down in this pandemic can definitely feel like Groundhog Day, doing the same thing- cleaning, laundry, walking- every day, but I really had a feeling of deja vu this week. A UF Journalism student came over the week before to film me for a project for
The big news for me this week, is after almost a month stuck at home with family, I’m sick of cooking. No, like really! When Thursday rolled around and our take-out plans fell through, I almost cried. Mystery Thursday were supposed to be someone ELSE cooks, or we get take-out.
“This too shall pass.” If I’ve heard any phrase repeated lately, in the midst of the coronavirus Pandemic, it’s this one. While I think most of us believe this, the question to follow is “When?” And, of course, none of us knows. We could look at what happened in China,
A former Air Florida flight attendant and daughter of a pilot, I love traveling, cooking and entertaining. Whether exploring Miami’s newest hot spots, visiting old favorites or discovering hidden gems, I’m always up for an eating adventure. My Foodie in Miami website shares personal essays, recipes, restaurant news and reviews, as well as views from my tropical garden.