Madara HillDateline: Writing about food in the far North
I’m stuck in Fairbanks, Alaska. -50F is no surprise here, and the 3 hours of daylight I get in the winter sometimes makes me want to suck the blood from any unsuspecting bystander most days. So to cope, I daydream of begnets in Paris, of Panang curries in Thailand, and of boiled peanuts at a roadside stand in Georgia. I read every foodie tome I can get my hands on, I cook like a madwoman, I feed the delightful grad students who end up at my table, and I pray, oh how I pray, for a lifetime supply of free plane tickets.