Maybe you’ve noticed — lately things have been quiet here at Foodie International. That’s because all the action is happening at a different URL: http://offthebeatenplate.tv.
For the past five weeks I’ve been on the road (and in the air) filming my brand new web TV series, Off the Beaten Plate. I’ve eaten my way to some amazing destinations: New Zealand, Australia, Singapore, Cambodia and now Japan. The series focuses on exciting and unusual ways that food can transform your travel experience with fun adventures anyone can have. Read more
A Foodie Debut on Belgian TV
It’s your first visit to New York City. You’re trying out the whole couch-surfing thing, hoping to get a local’s perspective on the city. Would you rather stay with: a bird-watcher, a dumpster-diver or a crazy foodie? That’s right! Guess who the foodie is? Read more
What I’m Eating – At Home in New York City
After flying and eating around the world for three straight years, I’m excited to spend a month (a whole month!) on the ground in New York City, working on my book and planning the next big foodie adventure. I’m not a New Yorker by birth, but I’ve lived in Manhattan for the past 15 years and it never gets old. Never. Maybe I’m just a romantic sap, but I find myself falling in love with this city on a daily basis. It doesn’t hurt when you wake up to the view pictured above.
I realize I don’t write about New York on the Foodie International website as much as I should. Every meal in this city is its own culinary adventure, from cutting-edge underground supper clubs to early mornings at my favorite bagel shop. Read more
Oh Raclette, let me count the ways…and the days…
raclette photo courtesy of: Grcampbell – Wikipedia Commons
The first time I ate raclette was in Mrs. Bishop’s second grade classroom, in Devon, Pennsylvania – as far away from the Swiss Alps as a seven-year old could get. I’m not exaggerating when I say it was a life-changing food moment, a taste memory that remains as sharp as 20-year aged cheddar. Someone’s mother brought a raclette machine into school that day; I think we were studying Switzerland. All I know is the story begins and ends with a wheel of cheese. Read more
I spend several months each year in Italy – in the middle of nowhere, Tuscany. My next door neighbors are olive farmers, and in the past eight years that I’ve lived here, we’ve become pretty close. Every day the farmer and his family sit down together for a traditional Tuscan country lunch. Over the years (of inviting myself over with a big smile on my face and platters of homemade cookies) I’ve earned a standing invitation to join them. Read more