This post marks a series of guest posts that will be running on Guilty Kitchen over the months of July and August. Why guest posts? Hey, even food bloggers need a break too! I am taking this time to spend more hours walking barefoot through my garden (though on second thought, shoes may be present after stepping on a bee last week.), giggling like a five year old with my two kids, making blanket tents with the kitchen table, fumbling my way through play dough recipes and blowing bubbles for hours on the deck, beer or wine in hand. I may even cook up a few recipes to keep in my arsenal for when I return full time.I’ve chosen some of the best and brightest to fill in for me and I hope you will give them as much praise and adulation that you give me.
For each guest post, I will continue to write intros though, so I will be here the whole time. I may even throw in some anectodes and photos of what we’re up to. Childhood is short and sweet and I want to get every little bit out of it that I can.
Today’s guest post is from Nancy at A Communal Table. Nancy shares mouthwatering recipes and gorgeous photography alongside heartfelt words, just like me. Her style is simple and elegant and the food matches it perfectly. Nancy’s love of food goes as deep as mine, as she also works as a personal chef.
Today she shares with us a perfect summer side dish, roasted potato salad. with a vinaigrette based dressing, one of my favourites!
Cheers and happy reading!
Elizabeth
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Summer has finally peeked out from behind the clouds here in Victoria and we’ve been taking advantage of every barely warm moment. If it’s not raining, we find something to do . Last week we had to go downtown for a little eyeglass repair emergency (the trouble with kids…), and hit the busy streets right around lunch time. Walking up the street from our chosen parking garage, we stumbled upon this little Columbian gem, La Fogata Latina, which I had read about in EAT Magazine not even a week earlier. I love happily stumbling upon somewhere you had planned on going for food, and at lunch hour no less.
This past weekend, I went home. Home being the town I grew up in for 18 years, Campbell River. I returned for an unprecedented event in any good students life, the high school reunion. This was our first, the ten year. I even helped organize, despite my natural inclination to run as far and as fast as I can from anything to do with high school. I hated high school. It was the bane of my existence. All my friends were either a grade behind or ahead of me and therefore not in any of my classes, I was 60 lbs. overweight, I had zero fashion sense and I was utterly and debilitatingly shy (I think I made up a word there…).
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