Brussels Sprouts, Miami and Boobs
We never know where inspiration will come from. And when the usual tactics don’t work, we have to find new ones. I’ve been called a “free spirit,” which I don’t like, as it brings up insecurities about being flaky, which I suppose we all can be at times. But in the best sense it means to follow ones heart. I like to think of myself as a curious meander-er. Miami doesn’t really lend itself to my normal curious-meandering habits. Translation: ...
Avocados And Toast
I seriously think that one hasn’t truly experienced an avocado unless it’s been eaten fresh off the tree in Byron Bay, Australia. Growing up in the Midwest, guacamole at “Mexican” restaurants was essentially the only avocado we ate. Occasional holidays in Mexico or Florida offered different tastes of the green fruit, but it wasn’t until I lived in Byron Bay that my taste buds got awakened to something completely different from anything I’d ever tasted before.



