By J “Kat” Loren : : As I drive through the golden hills of the Paradise Valley towards Sage Lodge, situated between Bozeman, Montana and Yellowstone National Park’s NW entrance, … Continue reading
By J “Kat” Loren : : Red wine rearranges my face. My mouth feels a certain metallic tartness. My cheeks blush. My nose flushes red as the American red wine … Continue reading
by J Kat Loren : : In food and wine writing, palate is personal. Definitions seem often archaic. And truth be told – I really know little about new chefs … Continue reading
by J “Kat” Loren : : In the tiny town of Plain, on the east side of Steven’s Pass, Seattleites who have summer cabins near Lake Wenatchee and cross country … Continue reading
I am a lightweight. I get drunk on things easily – like the laughter and warmth of my fellow travelers on the bus during a wine tour of Taurasi Vineyards in Southern Italy, high above and beyond the bay of Napoli.