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A Month in Pictures

Today marks the 458th attempt at reviving this blog.  I make no promises.  I tell no lies.

Read on.

Life is good.  Life is crazy.  Life is busy.  It has always been this way, it seems.  I am very, very lucky to be working in the foodservice industry - change is inevitable and forward movement is desirable.  I have many exciting projects under my belt, and there are many more coming my way, if I keep myself open enough to the universe.

I find that I do not have the time today to bring you all up to speed on everything happening in WanderLunch World, so I'm going to stick mostly to pictures.  However, you'll notice I've changed the blog's URL, as well as the look.  I've owned a food truck for nearly three years now, and it's time to adjust this space accordingly.

The parade of photos below represent food I've either eaten, made, or helped students create in the last month.  Ready??


Chicken Spiedini, which is Italian for 'skewers'.  The real winner here? That buttery, lemony Amogio sauce.

Culinary students on their attempts at a French pastry dough - pate a choux.  Delicious, eggy, airy goodness happening right here.



My mom and I trying a new restaurant in our state's capital.  This is the Butternut and Proscuitto Pizza.  It was okay.
Those skewers earlier?  Became part of this dish for a small catering event, along with a potato, fennel, and radish side.

That same catering's dessert - Apple & Pear Crostatas

Oh yeah.  Fifteen pounds of pork belly.  Going to try curing my own bacon over the holidays.
Chioggia beets look like this when you cut them.  Too bad they lose all their trippiness when you cook them.

Coffee-rubbed bison for an Oregon Trail-themed catering.
Pictures are terribly out of order.  But, here's the first course in that chicken and crostata catering earlier.  Cream of Tomato.

The best bowl of ramen at one of the best ramen places I know.

First attempt at baklava for an upcoming family Christmas dinner - theme: Greek.

And tenderloins.  Because, Iowa.

A warm and healthy and happy holidays to you and yours.  Try to come back.  Maybe this time the resolve to update will stick.  :-)

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