And then one day it became clear - pasta is the ultimate camp food. I was 18 and living in Florence for the summer while taking a film making program through NYU. At that moment however school was a distant thought as I struggled to fit in among the shaggy, bohemian young Italians camped riverside at a music festival outside of town. When they weren't smoking hash the cool kids were getting busy with huge pots of water, boiling and straining pasta. My American mind was reeling - pasta and camping? I was used to hot dogs, canned beans, maybe a quesadilla. That day the world shifted a little bit. Pasta stepped into the great outdoors.Read More
We spent an inspiring long weekend in Yosemite, which left our necks sore from all the craning at the high granite walls and our minds re-inspired. The kind of inspiration where favorite rap songs jump into your head and you think, yeah, I could have my own empire just like Biggie. Or maybe just my own blog. So here goes.