There will be a short hiatus from Time-Life cooking as I do some traveling inspired in part by those very books many decades ago.
It's the time of year when Owen and I take an ambitious vacation. Or at least this is what we did the last two summers and since we both have quasi-sacred memories of those trips, there didn't seem to be any reason not to try again. In fact, it seemed wrong not to. We are in Peru.
Do you know how many foreign nations I had visited when I was Owen's age? Zero.
|They are everywhere.|
There is so much more to report, but we're momentarily leaving on a long drive up into the Andes. I've read far too much about altitude sickness for my excitement to be unmingled with dread. Sometimes I think I must prefer it that way.