Month: September 2008

Barbecued Chicken and Eggplant Pizza

Don’t you love homemade pizza? I do. Do you know what’s even better than making homemade pizza? Easy. Homemade pizza that someone else makes for you – especially when they let you sit by with a drink and watch! Home Alone I took advantage of just such a wonderful opportunity […]

Saturday Market in Murten

Early on Saturday morning, after lingering over coffee and croissants, my husband and I took the train to Murten. Murten, known in French as Morat, straddles the edge between French and German speaking Switzerland. It is situated in the canton of Fribourg above the shore of Lake Murten. This small […]

A white peach grilled, filled with mascarpone cheese and drizzled with honey served on a wooden saucer.

Grilled Peaches with Mascarpone

Filled with creamy mascarpone cheese, these quick and easy grilled peaches make a dessert that is light, juicy and tangy sweet. A drizzle of golden honey adds the perfect sticky sweet finishing touch…there are some things that, no matter where you find yourself, just take you back home again.

Fork Sculpture in Lake Geneva at the Alimentarium in Vevey, Switzerland

Choux Pastry in Vevey

Vevey, Switzerland is another beautiful town gracing the shoreline of Lake Geneva. It is much smaller than Lausanne but sounded just as picturesque when described in the travel guides I was reading. One early afternoon, as I took the train back to Lausanne, I thought it would be fun to […]

Breakfast in Switzerland

Last week I spent seven lovely days in Lausanne, Switzerland, a beautiful city nestled on the steep banks of Lake Geneva. The weather was perfect. The sun shone daily with occasional picturesque clouds hanging from the blue sky. The days were delightfully warm and the evenings were comfortable. It was […]

Mission Figs at the Farmer's Market

The Beauty of Figs

I love the adventure of the taste, texture and appearance all wrapped up in that plain homely skin, shaped much like an enormous teardrop. I think of the thousands of achingly bittersweet stories its tender history might tell…