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Kirsten Dixon

Recently, in the deepest part of winter, I momentarily hung up my bunny boots and facemask and took a trip to Morocco. I went to learn about art and music, to see a few friends, and, of course, I went for the food.

First stop -- Marrakech. After a day of dreamy jetlag, I made my way to a cooking school deep within the heart of the medina, the old fortified part of the city.

I went to the Maison Arabe, a small riad, or traditional Moroccan-style house. Riads are designed around lush and soothing interior central courtyard gardens and many riads in the medina are now small hotels. I admire this architecture but I couldn’t imagine incorporating the design where I live. A center courtyard in my house would be filled with 30 feet of snow...

Kirsten Dixon
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Recently, in the deepest part of winter, I momentarily hung up my bunny boots and facemask and took a trip to Morocco. I went to learn about art and music, to see a few friends, and, of course, I went for the food. First stop -- Marrakech....

Kirsten Dixon

In our kitchen, we've been feasting mostly on winter fare -- rich braised dishes, beets, cabbage, and potatoes. But this morning I woke up with garden fever. I know my garden is lying deep beneath feet of snow and temperatures are still below zero, but all the possibilities of new summer beds and new summer varietals are in my head. It must be the extra sunlight.

Or maybe it's the Northwest Flower and Garden Show taking place now in Seattle...

Kirsten Dixon

Living in a backcountry lodge in Alaska can be hard work and long hours, no doubt. There are times when the vegetables arrive from Anchorage already frozen or not in very good shape right off the airplane. The phone goes out for periods of time and the mail comes irregularly. The house won't stay warm unless we feed the fire...

Kirsten Dixon

This week, I'm camping out on the Homer Spit. My husband Carl and a small crew are working on the interior of a new two-story building. It is slated to become the Homer-side headquarters for our lodge across the bay next summer. Mandy, my daughter, and I are cooking crew-meals on a small portable propane burner on the bottom floor while knotty pine is being hung upstairs. We are all sleeping on the floor on air mattresses at night...

Kirsten Dixon
Kirsten Dixon photo A few years ago I was hiking along a section of the Iditarod Trail with my husband Carl. Hundreds of miles from the nearest road, we meandered along, talking about things as we do. We picked our way along the natural openings in the landscape, looking for mushrooms and wildflowers. I dropped a stem of twisted stalk I had been twirling between my fingers and the action made Carl glance down. Something caught his eye and our in-synch cadence abruptly halted. A jagged-edged and weathered moose antler was just poking out from the underbrush...Kirsten Dixon

Last week, I found myself dining with a group of restaurant critics and food writers in a small outdoor café along Duval Street in Key West. Breezy conversation over our candlelit table ranged through all topics food-related, from the definition of Southern barbecue to the merits of Hogfish. Eventually, heads turned toward my end of the table and someone asked me to define Alaska cuisine. I took a sip of wine and smiled, thankful the question wasn't about politics...

Kirsten Dixon

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