Living in Portland gets more dangerous every day — for my waistline. Every errand I run inevitably crosses paths with something delicious, and soon I find myself wandering off my to-do list and right into my favorite ice cream joint, bakery, or sandwich shop.
I guess that’s the blessing and the curse of living in such a fabulous food town. If I crave it, I can get it right here in Portland; and I’m always craving something.
You should have seen me about a year ago, when I was in the throes of writing Portland Cooks
. When you’re editing recipes for juicy, porky meatball banh mi sandwiches; crispy-outside, creamy-inside salt cod croquetas; and lumpy-bumpy, brown-sugary chocolate chip cookies, you tend to get a little hungry...