Sister time on Hilton Head Island, SC, March 2021
For Valentine’s Day 2020, Scott and I took the day off work and headed to Buford Highway. In case you didn’t know, this ~6 mile stretch of highway in Doraville is considered to be THE place to go for international food and culinary diversity in Atlanta. You can find everything from Szechuan mapo tofu to Bangladeshi shawarma. Ever wanted to try Malaysian food? Buford Highway has got you covered.
We started our day at Paris Baguette for coffee and pastries.
Next stop (and a MUST DO whenever you’re on that side of town): the Buford Highway Farmer’s Market [5600 Buford Highway]. The first thing to know about the farmer’s market is that it’s not actually a farmer’s market. It’s a supermarket. An amazing 100,000 square foot supermarket with fruits you’ve never seen in person before…
You can find dragon fruit.
All the peppers in the world.
Amazing cheeses (for really amazing prices).
A jug of chili sauce the size of your head.
“Chinese spaghetti sauce” (an interesting cultural mash-up if ever there was one).
And even peanut gluten. Although why in the world you need peanut gluten (and wtf that actually is), I have no idea.
Oh and I forgot to mention chocolate. Belgian chocolate! (Isn’t she lovely?)
Next up it was time for the best drive-through taco I’ve ever been handed [5084 Buford Highway].
Then onto the Food Terminal [5000 Buford Highway], where the menu is designed to look like a magazine.
This hip slightly-industrial modern restaurant has tons of Malaysian options and a perky playlist.
Next stop: Sweet Hut Bakery & Cafe [5150 Buford Highway] where they have chocolate domes and all sorts of pastries. We picked up a few pastries for friends who just had their second baby, and some for us too.
Then we took a short jaunt over to Atlanta Vintage Books [3660 Clairmont Road]. We love bookstores, period – but this one is something special with it’s signed copy of Julia Child’s Joy of Cooking, extensive Jewish/Israeli section, and free-roaming TNR’d cat colony. We think it might also be subject to some sort of time warp, since we easily spent 2 hours pouring over bookshelves and it only felt like 15minutes. Fair warning: probably not the spot for you if you have cat allergies.
Final stop of the day: Matcha Cafe Maiko. I looooove matcha and this is the perfect stop for a matcha enthusiast. Scott went with a Matcha/Hojicha swirl softserve and I picked the ‘Matcha Kokuto Gelatin Float’ (an iced matcha latte with a rich brown sugar jelly on the bottom and matcha icecream on top).
I just spent a whole afternoon on Buford Highway and I’m already wondering how soon I can go back. There are simply so many things to try! If you need help planning your own trip down this international corridor, this article has some great ideas. So does this one.
Things I’d like to try next:
I didn’t know what it meant to miss New Orleans until this January. I’d been to the zoo there as a child, but had little to no memory of it — and Scott had never visited. Despite this, I had a fondness for NOLA already due to growing up in Mobile, AL, the only other city that respects Mardi Gras as much as New Orleans. I figured it would be love at first sight, and it was.
We stumbled across these (real) mid-century lamps in a shop on Conti Street.
And I adored pouring over the bottles in an 1800s pharmacy.
A medallion from the first Mardi Gras celebrated in Mobile, AL in 1703. Hello, my childhood home town! You’ll always be the original Mardi Gras.
This is the house that some claim inspired the Haunted Mansion in Disneyland, except that it didn’t really. That house is actually in Baltimore. But the resemblance is notable! For an excellent walking architecture tour of New Orleans, we HIGHLY recommend New Orleans Architecture Tours. We took the Garden District tour with Katrina and can’t praise her enough – very knowledgeable guide, educational info and no silly ghost business. If we’d had another day in the city, we would have taken another tour with her!
If you don’t get beignets and chicory coffee at Cafe du Monde, I don’t think the trip hardly counts… we had beignets at least 5 times!
We also very much enjoyed seeing the floats at Blaine Kern’s Mardi Gras World. Not only is this where many of the floats are created, but it’s the birthplace of the Chik Fil A billboard cows. These flowers are from the Krewe of Orpheus floats.
Papier-mâché flowers need papier-mâché bees!
Not sure what this gorgeous Star of David piece is for, but I’d love to know.
We also really liked seeing the costumes at this museum. (Again, I’m drawn to the bee theme!)
Happy faces on Frenchman St., which is where you want to go for good jazz, fyi. We caught a show at Snug Harbor and loved it!
If this isn’t the most perfect crossover, I don’t know what is… and yes, I definitely got a copy for my creole-cookin’ Mama (whoever knew she’d end up with kosher kids?).
I wasn’t kidding about how many times we ate beignets. So many beignets…
This drink is a Vieux Carré, invented in 1938 by the head bartender at the Carousel Bar in the Hotel Monteleone. According to the Hotel Monteleone website, the drink “consists of Cognac, Benedictine, Rye Whiskey, Sweet Vermouth, Angostura, and Peychaud’s Bitters. The recipe was inspired by the diverse cultures of the French Quarter. The Cognac and Bendictine pay homage to the French, the Sweet Vermouth to the Italian, the Rye Whiskey to the Americans, and the Bitters to the Islanders of the Caribbean.” [https://hotelmonteleone.com/blog/a-drinkable-history-of-the-carousel-bar/]
The Carousel Bar itself is not to be missed. First of all, the bar — which looks like a carousel, hence the name — actually spins. The seats rotate around the central bar at a rate of 1 rotation every 15 minutes. Secondly, Ernest Hemingway drank here. Need I say more?
Another touristy stop is the St. Louis Cathedral at Jackson Square. This is the oldest cathedral in the U.S. and worthy of a stop for that distinction alone. There’s been a church on this site since before the revolutionary war, although the building standing now was completed in the 1850s (the original structure burned down).
It is dedicated to King Louis IX of France who launched the disastrous 7th crusade in 1248, and was later canonized by the Catholic church for his crusadering acts and supposedly perfect Christian leadership. He was the quintessential medieval king; chivalrous, religious, ascetic, and hostile to Jews. The lovely stained glass walls inside the cathedral depict a very glorious looking Crusader, but leave out the part where he got his royal ass handed to him on the battle field against the Egyptians. The windows also venerate his habit of collecting of holy relics, but don’t mention that many of these were of a dubious historical nature.
King Louis IX was well-known to be incredibly antisemitic. He sanctioned laws against the French Jews, forbade them from engaging in business, forced them to wear a badge (where have we heard that move before?), burned cartloads full of Talmuds and other literature, and forced French Jews to listen to missionary speeches meant to “convert” them. All this culminated when he ordered the seizure of Jewish property and the expulsion of Jews from France (although it seems this expulsion was never carried out).
As a Zionist / pro-Israel / pro-Jewish believer, to see gorgeous stained-glass windows and beautiful (and historical) murals promoting and heroizing a man who treated G-d’s chosen people with such contempt and outright persecution is a hard pill to swallow. But an ostrich with it’s head in the sand is no witness to history. I’d rather know what I know and see what I see, than accept in blindness the beauty of the story of the stained-glass.
I also acknowledge and honor those that have been brought near to G-d through the catholic church, be she ever so flawed. For this reason, I was glad we attended the 12:05pm Mass at this cathedral, and would recommend if you plan to stop to schedule your visit accordingly. Mass is held every day at 12:05pm. Note: If you are not Catholic, you should not take part in communion. Options include staying in your pew at during communion, or you may approach the priest along with others with your arms crossed across your chest (indicating you are not partaking of the Eucharist), most priests will then dispense a blessing (although some churches discourage this, so check ahead of time if this is acceptable, if possible).
In conclusion, “Let me explain… No! There is too much. Let me sum up.” New Orleans is too great and complex a city to be explained in a short blog post with a few photos, but to sum up: We loved it. We’ll be back. We miss you already, New Orleans.
You may have recently seen stories in the news about an American singer / celebrity who traveled to Israel and was baptized there.
You may have heard there was a backlash.
You may have heard she was shamed, yelled at, and scolded on social media.
She was told she should never have gone to Israel. Told that it’s not politically correct to travel there or support that country. Told that showing even vague support for the Israeli government was wrong, and that she had offended her fans.
You may have heard how she caved to this pressure.
She publicly apologized. (Literally, apologized.) She deleted photos. Said she should never have gone to Israel. She recanted everything she had shared, just days before, about her baptism experience.
Well, this seems like a good day to share…
I traveled to Israel.
I support the nation of Israel & their government. I love the people of Israel.
I will never regret going to Israel, or apologize for it.
I didn’t publicly post the photos of my baptism in the Jordan River before now, because I saw no need. But perhaps there is a need. Perhaps there is a need to make it clear that standing with Israel is not something to apologize for, and that traveling there is not an act worthy of retraction.
So, here they are.
Photos taken at the same river where that celebrity was baptized.
The river where Jesus was baptized.
You’ll notice I’m with my husband, who was baptized just moments before I was.
We will never regret. We will never change our minds. We will never apologize.
“If I forget you, Jerusalem, may my right hand forget its skill.” Psalm 137
I uploaded these photos late (“late” as in almost a year later) — and somewhere along the way the photos got all mixed together, so I can hardly tell which are 2018 and which are 2019 — or who knows when exactly. But then, does it really matter? They all come from that period known as “summertime” when the cicadas are loud and the river is rushing.
We had a wonderful and relaxing day on the river!
Photos from our trip to Israel, April 2019
Pray for the peace of Jerusalem: “May they prosper who love you. May peace be within your walls, and prosperity within your palaces.” For the sake of my brothers and my friends, I will now say, “May peace be within you.” For the sake of the house of the Lord our God, I will seek your good. [Psalm 122]
For the weekend of my 30th birthday, we went to Key West. We ate crepes, drank cuban coffees, rode a scooter, swam in the pool, gawked at iguanas, visited gardens, and petted six-toed cats at Hemingway’s house. Mostly we were in love.
“As you set out on your journey to Ithaca,
pray that your journey be a long one,
filled with adventure, filled with discovery.
Laestrygonians and Cyclopes,
the angry Poseidon–do not fear them:
you’ll never find such things on your way
unless your sight is set high, unless a rare
excitement stirs your spirit and your body.”
[Barry Powell, Classical Myth, 1995]