When my grandmother passed away, I inherited most of her cookbook collection. This treasure trove included stalwarts like The Joy of Cooking, contemporary classics like The Silver Palate, and outliers like The Vincent and Mary Price Cookbook. She and I always loved to page through cookbooks together, finding humor in outdated recipes and inspiration in the ones from great chefs or new cuisines. So, when I’m missing her, I often grab one of her old books to flip through it, not just for the memories, but to see the notes she wrote in the margins.
I don’t do well in the heat. I’m a lifelong East Coast gal who spends a solid four months a year googling real estate in Canada, wondering why I’m living in a place that makes me feel like my organs are melting. I’m a heavy sleeper and perpetually cranky and lethargic, which makes me a million times worse to deal with in the morning (pray for my husband, guys).
It’s a feeling we’ve all experienced. You’re out of town and you encounter a new-to-you beer that makes you say “wow.” Whatever delight it gives you is then immediately drowned out by the realization that it isn’t for sale at your local store, and you may never drink it again unless you ship some home.
Don’t get me wrong: I’m not advocating that you shouldn’t treat yourself while on vacation or business trips—there is nothing more amazing than breaking free from the daily hum-drum of your kitchen and noshing on dishes you normally wouldn’t at home.
While on vacation, in particular, it can be so easy and comfortable to drop some extra cash on meals right on your accommodations’ property, and there are many hotels where I would say you should do so.