Thaw before reheating.
{ 2006 01 26 }
Gwen and Clare, outside of Huaca Pucllana, a pre-Inca pyramidal temple. A popular restaurant, Restaurant Huaca Pucllana, is further up the street. It’s a pricey place popular for night-time dining amongst the floodlit ruins — we explored the neighborhood and finally had lunch at an upscale (they had white tablecloths) cafe on Ovalo Guiterrez.
Posted by holly on Thursday, January 26th, 2006, at 6:50 pm, and filed under Uncategorized.
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Regular dishes on life in New Orleans, historic home renovation, raising kids, completing a PhD, travel near and far, global concerns, and health issues.
You know the story, right? International health... work all over the place... drag my kids around in sacks through villages in Central America... yadda yadda. I decided to go for another degree, so in 2004 we moved to New Orleans with no intention of staying. Then Katrina. And then *blink*blink* New Orleans is a completely different place and we just can't leave. Suddenly I'm on TV talking about immigrants and health and Paul is starting a company. Or two. His side is high-tech, mine is community health and our lives are yearly evacuation, regular celebrations, and nonstop work here, there, and everywhere. Our door is always open. I only ask that if you decide to go ahead and make yourself that mint julep, you make one for me, too.
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