Third Post of the Year

Good grief, how is it possible that the last time I posted was in January. Ugh… How did I let myself get that busy? Never again, friends, never again.

I have been debating about posting here on this blog because well… I always get nervous about posting. I keep wondering where that 2004 blogger is that I used to be that posted daily about anything and everything. When did I get self-conscious about sharing who I really am, what I all about, and what means the most to me? I am not sure when this happened, but going forward, I plan to be unapologetically me. I hope you like it, but if not, then that’s okay too.

Anyway, so much has happened between the last post and this one, but I don’t plan to make this a long drawn out affair on Easter Sunday. I have a bit of time in between dishes that I am making the most use of it by writing on here.

Our dinner is super simple today. My husband is smoking salmon and grilling steaks. I have made a couple of salads, and green bean casserole (by request) and I ordered pies for dessert from Village Inn. French silk and apple, just in case you were wondering.

I made a summer salad to feel warm vibes because the middle of America doesn’t exactly have Florida weather right now. Ha!

I look forward to catching up over the next few months, especially while we’re in a teleworking quarantine kind of reality right now.

And I will leave you with this super simple recipe that I know I’ll be using again later this week.

Summer Salad Foodie Finds Home Style
2 cans of corn (I like to use Fire Roasted)
1.5 cups of halved cherry tomatoes
2 cucumbers diced
2 avocado (optional) diced
Crumbled feta cheese (I didn’t measure, but if I were to guess, I’d say half to one cup, blue cheese also works well)
3 Tbsp EVOO (extra virgin olive oil)
2 Tbsp Lime or Lemon Juice (either is fine)
1/2 Tsp Salt, 1/4 Tsp Pepper

Drain water off of the corn and place it in a bowl
Add tomatoes, cucumbers, and if you’re using it avocado, set aside.
Mix together the EVOO, Lime/Lemon Juice, salt, and pepper in a small bowl pour over the salad, add feta, then mix together and enjoy.

*If you’re feeling really adventurous, adding garlic and shallots take it up a notch, and also adding chili powder to the dressing is yummy too.

Edited to add a picture. 😂
Here is a snapshot from our porch picture session and a promise to write again soon.

Until next taste,
Foodie Finds HomePorch Pictures

The Athlete’s Dream Birthday (Paris, France)

When I was little, I always wanted to be a singer. I loved Whitney Houston and had been told I sounded like her when I sing. I still get that compliment, but alas, I’m not a multi-million album selling singer (much to my chagrin).

I say all this because clearly this blog is called Foodie Finds Home.

Well, in this house, the apple has not fallen far from the tree.

My son, The Athlete is very much an athlete, but in his spare time, he is my petit chef.

He has his own chef knife, and he puts in a lot of work honing his skills in the kitchen, and one of his favorite things is to come up with new recipes.
As a chef in my own right, I am one proud mama, but I digress…

Mr. Foodie and I wanted to do things a little differently for his 10th birthday. The Athlete was entering double digits, and it was a special time, so we wanted to celebrate accordingly.

We were living abroad and knew that our boy loved to travel and always wanted to see Paris, so the challenge was making Paris even more special than it already is…

So how does one that?

Well, for us after much research, it became a no-brainer. We decided to take our aspiring chef to the holy grail of culinary arts. Le Cordon Bleu Paris.

It was providential that they happen to have a class scheduled on his actual birthday.

So we woke him up a bit early, and said, “Hey Buddy, get dress, we’re going on an adventure today.” He was happy, but not amused because we did get up very early.
We got the other kids off to school, notified babysitters and were on our way.

The ride to Paris was cool, from France to Germany there are these neat little sculptures along the road, which makes the drive not so monotonous, and about 3.5 hours later we were at our destination.

The funny thing is we arrived in Paris, and he thought okay cool, we’re here to see the Eiffel Tower, eat some escargot, and possibly visit the Louvre. He was perplexed when we started walking the opposite way of the Eiffel and started to ask lots of questions. We dodged them pretty good and didn’t say much until we arrived at the school. He saw the sign and freaked out. It was the best birthday surprise that I believe we could ever give him. We went inside, and it smelled divine. He met his Professor and got on with the course. We left him there for a few hours and explored on our own and felt incredibly grateful for the opportunity to do something so unique and so aligned with his world. He still speaks of this birthday, and I do not believe that we will ever be able to top it, but birthdays are important in the Foodie House so we will definitely make sure every birthday is special.

How do you celebrate birthdays? Share with us!
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Until Next Taste,

Foodie Finds Home

Petit Chef Le Cordon Bleu
The Athlete taking it all in before his class started. The tall gentleman in the back was the instructor.
Mr and Mrs Foodie in Paris
Mr. Foodie and I exploring Paris while The Athlete was in class. ❤


Little Chef Le Cordon Bleu
Our Petit Chef after his birthday surprise. He had so much fun and we hope that we can visit Le Cordon Bleu again soon!


Settling In…

There is so much I want to share with you all…

So many new travels and so many new life changes…

Right now, I’m sitting at our 9.5-foot dining room table with my Washington D.C. Starbucks mug filled with a creamy chai tea latte looking out on our back patio into our yard at all the lush greenery completely content. Le sigh.

It has taken me a while to get here to this point.


We moved and I am surrounded by reminders that I should be up putting things away, but here in this moment I am content to simply be.

It’s something we don’t get to do very often, at least I know that I don’t get to do it very often.

I’m far too busy moming, wifeing, working, cooking, friending, moving, shaking, doing thising and thating to sit around and be content being.

But this morning I made the conscious effort to get up, grab this latte, and sit back to watch the birds play in my epic sanctuary of a backyard. I was praying that they find the feeder we left out for them and low and behold today of all days, they found it. Glorious. (Romans 8:28)

Peacefully being me and the birds.

You know cool things come about from being still too…

I could read my bible.  I could write this. I could pray. It was awesome.

I could think clearly and put down some goals that I wanted to accomplish in the upcoming months. It was nice and I look forward to seeing if the addition of stillness to my routine changes my trajectory. Worth a shot. 😉

But I digress… settling in hmmm…

We are movers. I think we’ve come to realize this a bit ago. While I don’t think we enjoy the act of moving, we do enjoy change. This new move has brought with it the welcome change of incredibly happy children.

We literally weren’t in our new home for 5 minutes and the kids already had 3 friends a piece and were gone. “Bye Mom, Bye Dad” and just like that they were off. It was exactly what we were hoping for and so much more. The new friends and their parents are lovely. We are blessed in that regard and we are looking forward to the kids having friends for life.

I have so much more to share with you, especially about Austria. Oh Salzburg. Innsbruck! Summer was such fun! I can’t wait to winter with you… You were delicious too…

Y’all… if you ever get the chance to visit Austria, please do; I am looking forward to sharing our experiences there with you, but until the next post…

You can find me deliciously settling in…

Anyone want to come help with these boxes? Ha!

Until Next Yum,



The Tinest Foodie during our summer travels. ❤  The hills were alive with the sound of music! 

Growing Our Garden



It’s as much a part of me as cooking is. When I wasn’t in the kitchen with my Grandma, we were out in the garden with her and my Grandpa. If you couldn’t find us there, we were on one of the many farms held by various family members all over the southern states in either Florida, Georgia, or Alabama. I loved being outside, and I loved being in the garden or on a farm. Picking the peaches off the peach trees of my Aunt P’s farm right outside of Dothan, Alabama was one of my favorite things to do. She would give me a basket and say to me “Binky!  Go pick them peaches, and if you pick good one’s we’ll have us some cobbler after supper” OH THE COBBLER! I miss that cobbler, but I digress. Shhhhh… Don’t tell my aunt, but I used to eat more peaches than I picked. I’d fill my basket and sit down under one of those trees with a water hose to clean the peaches and eat to my hearts content… Oh, those were the days. Sticky, sweet, juicy peach filled summer days.

Mr. Foodie built this box  and surprised me one day after work. I was so grateful. It was lovely, beautiful and perfect, as I had been wanting to do this for quite some time. It was at the beginning of spring when we started this thing. It was still cold. It was still wet; it was still miserable. But we were determined.

I grew up with a garden, and it is an experience that I want to share with my children no matter where we live; no matter how much or how little space we have… I want them to know how to grow food.

I want them to know how to be able to cultivate the earth, and I’m proud to say that after a few short months of being faithful in their care and keeping of their crops; they are now producing a harvest.

As you can see where there was merely dirt, there is now a robust garden blooming full of items that are soon to be pulled and enjoyed in our kitchen. There are several varieties of fruits and vegetable planted throughout the two squares. We have broccoli, strawberries, radishes, carrots, lettuce, garlic, peppers, tomatoes, and many other items. We’ve started our fall seedlings and are looking forward to turning over the garden for pumpkins, corn, and autumn/winter squash.


Ta-Da!  LOL

Don’t fret; I have another post coming up to tell you all about exactly what went into creating the boxes and the mix I used as we had to improvise living abroad for the dirt. However, right now I just want to say how proud I am of the kids for sticking with this and seeing the “fruits” of their labor come to true… They even helped me plant two blueberry bushes.

So stay tuned into our garden series; I have a feeling this will be a part of Foodie Finds Home for years to come.

Until Next Taste,
Love and Peaches,
Binky er… Lori

Does Anyone Blog Anymore?

No, that’s not a rhetorical question.

I’ve been wondering this since I’ve put my pinkie toe back in.
A lot has changed since I was a serious blogger
and it’s been interesting to observe.

I remember my first blog post back in 2006.

It was awful.

I was nervous.

I was excited.

It was crazy.

Me starting a blog.

I had no idea what I was going to write,
what I should write,
or if anyone would read it.

The crazy thing?

They did read it.

I had 2 comments on that first blog post.

“Hello World”.

I remember the name of it.

I only had one child,
was pregnant with number 2,

I was still kind of new to
milspouse life
we had done our second PCS
I’m not sure why I created that post,
but I was looking for something.

Shortly there after,
our first son was born and
I had a gnarly case of PPD.

Blogging became the creative outlet
I needed in order to get through.

I was able to connect with other moms,
other military spouses, other women with and without kids
Sure, Facebook was around then,
and we used it,
but there was/is something about
reading someone’s words and being able to identify with that.

It’s the reason books are popular.

We find and see ourselves in others
in that we find connection,
we see we aren’t alone.

That’s why I love blogging.
It’s what I love about blogging
and the community that is here.

Is it just me,
or has that community,
those posts that you could once relate to

This past week
I’ve found myself
reading a lot of  blogs.

I could count on one hand
the amount of posts out of the hundreds I
read that made me feel something that I could remotely relate to.


Last time I lived overseas,
was the best time in my blogging life.

I was living in the Middle East,
I didn’t know anyone.
I was lonely
I turned to my blog,
I posted about life, love, travel, the food, the people, all of it.

My words, my feelings, my everything
spilled out there.

I didn’t know if people would read it, but they did.
I had never felt so embraced and cared for.
It was truly amazing.

I also read their stories,
about their lives.

It was a two-way street.

We shared engagements,
weddings, births, miscarriages, losses, wins,
happiest and saddest of times.
We shared life.

We shared life
it was incredible.

I guess,
I’m feeling myself in that particular space again,
while I want to write about
what I’m going through here,
I’m hesitant.

I want to share my thoughts,
my feelings,
my everythings…
Yes, I know everythings isn’t a word, but you get it. 😉
But I feel like blogging isn’t about that anymore.

Blogging has turned into
something else.


I remembered…

I’m not like everyone else.

So, share life here I will…

I hope you’ll read it.
I hope you’ll share life back with me.

Even if you don’t think it’s interesting.
You have someone out there that wants to know.
They want to know that they aren’t the only one.

Let’s not let blogging turn into something it’s not.
It’s a community, sure it’s an evolving community, but it is and always will be a community first.

Our community.

Until Next Taste,