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When I loaded up my Mini Cooper and drove from LA to Texas I didn’t know how long I would stay. A week, maybe two. That’s what happens here. One writer friend said she moved from New York City to Marfa to stay for two months. That was three years ago and she’s still in … Read more
Bob Webb, Mimi’s Dad, came to stay at La Posada Milagro for a few days. He’s 83, with both a mind and sense of humor as sharp as a cactus thorn, and he loves pie. Because last night was his last night in Terlingua I promised I’d make him a pie, any pie, he could … Read more
Yesterday morning I was driving along Highway 170, mesmerized by the rugged rock formations of the Chisos Mountains, when I saw this Betty Boop trailer parked by the side of the road.Located just a few miles down the road from La Posada Milagro in Terlingua, Texas (where I’m staying and cannot seem to leave!) the … Read more
Life doesn’t get any more basic than this. Flushing is one less thing to worry about. If only everything in life could be so simple.
Siesta, Texas-style, at La Posada Milagro.
Thursday started off as a perfectly beautiful Far West Texas day… So I took a little road trip… No, no, not in a covered wagon. In my new Mini Cooper. Leaving behind the tranquility of La Posada Milagro in Terlingua, I followed the Rio Grande River toward the Chinati Hot Springs, driving deeper and deeper … Read more
Since my wanderlust has been swelling like a Grand Marnier soufflé– and I can’t get to Egypt right now — I decided to continue my pie search closer to home. That is, if you consider Western Texas close to LA. I had driven through this part of the country during my move to and from … Read more
My friend Uschi, who lives in Bern, Switzerland, just returned from a vacation in Egypt and surprised me with an email full of PIE PICTURES! Who knew Egyptians were pie fans? And what a chic looking pie shop. Of course, now I HAVE to go there!Darling, I have just come home form a 2 week … Read more
I moved back to my old neighborhood in January. For as many times as I’ve tried to move away and stay away I’ve always come back, like a homing pigeon making its way south for the winter to a place familiar, comfortable as an old flip-flop, warm and sunny. I like to think that each … Read more
My first pie of 2009 wasn’t made from the pecans on our trees in Mexico. In fact, I never did get to make a pie from the pecans growing in our backyard. The pecan harvest passed me by while I was traveling in Europe for six weeks this fall. Even if I hadn’t been away … Read more