Edible Escapes

Recipes for a romantic, memory-rich journey—no passport or packed bags required We couldn’t make it back to Santa Fe for our anniversary. So we brought it to our table, one meal at a time. Incense swirling through the kitchen. Gruet chilling in the fridge. Hatch chiles blistering on the stovetop. Each dish was crafted not…

A wedding story, a ghost-light supper, and the art of traveling by taste There are some places in the world that you don’t just visit—you remember them, you feel them. Even the first time you arrive, it’s as though your bones have been there before. Santa Fe is like that. It’s a city woven from…

A Santa Fe-Inspired Dinner to Light Up the Night This was the table we set to call the spirits in—of memory, of place, of that peculiar, beautiful city where we were married. We lit incense. We played R. Carlos Nakai on repeat. And we raised our sage-gin spritzes to a year gone by, and the…

A Santa Fe-Inspired Breakfast for Early Risers, Lovers, and Dreamers The morning of our anniversary began the way all good things do—quietly, with the doors flung wide open and the promise of heat hanging low in the sky. We brewed cinnamon-star-anise coffee while barefoot, letting the dry breeze wander in through the screens. The table…

Santa Fe-Inspired Snacks for Hot Afternoon and Wandering Souls After our enchanted breakfast, we filled the house with the scent of hibiscus and citrus and packed our picnic bag with just enough sustenance to get us through a sun-baked summer hike. The mountains were calling—low and dusty, full of wildflowers and the ghosts of desert…

A Smokey, Soulful Anniversary Dinner You’ll Remember Forever There are meals, and then there are moments disguised as meals. This one—the final act in our Santa Fe-inspired anniversary journey—was a love letter written in layers of umami, spice, crunch, cream, and ritual. It was bold and ghost-kissed. A dinner we made with our hands, under…

Sunlight, Salt, and Sourdough Baking with a Mediterranean State of Mind There is a moment, just after dawn, when the kitchen is still cool and the floor tiles carry the memory of night. The citrus bowl glows like a small sun. The sea might be miles away — or just an idea — but its…

Life is Better on a Board If I could eat every meal on a board, I probably would. And not just because it makes me feel like a slightly chaotic French hostess who threw this together “effortlessly” with zero crumbs in her kitchen. (There are definitely crumbs.) The truth is, food on boards doesn’t ask…