In honor of the release of The 50th Anniversary Edition of A Treasury of Great Recipes, Victoria Price has created a wonderful website to chronicle her journeys. To follow her as she re-introduces this cookbook to the world. please click on EXPLORE SAVOR CELEBRATE.
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My 5,000 mile March road trip proved to be a true whirlwind of joy, activity, and connection. I returned home only to leave a week later for Los Angeles. Then, after a brief pit stop at home to jump back into my "real life", I headed out on another 4,000-mile road trip in early May. All this to say that I am only now just catching my breath enough to sit down and write the next entries in my blog. So, with apologies for the unexpected hiatus, at long last. . .here goes!Read More
514 W. 7th Street
Los Angeles, CA 90014
CUISINE: Contemporary Peruvian
HOW WE FOUND IT: Word of mouth! Los Angeles foodies in the know recommended this to my friend Tess as a place to get an exceptional and unusual meal. They were right!
WHY YOU SHOULD EAT HERE: Unassuming hole-in-the-wall entrance. Lively atmosphere. Great wait staff. But really, it's all about the food. So many flavors, textures, colors!
Museum of Fine Arts Boston Restaurant
465 Huntington Ave
Boston, MA 02115
CUISINE: Contemporary American (with New England accents)
HOW WE FOUND IT: My mom and I ate here more times that I can remember over the 20+ years she lived in Boston. It was our go-to place for a ladies' lunch.
WHY YOU SHOULD EAT HERE: After taking in the extraordinary collection at Boston's superb Museum of Fine Arts, you will relish a quiet and delicious meal in elegant dining room overlooks the oasis of their quiet courtyard.
So Good Vegan Cafe
109 Danbury Road
Ridgefield, CT 06877
CUISINE: Should be pretty clear from the name--vegan, vegan, vegan.
HOW WE FOUND IT: I was invited by a dear Santa Fe friend, the wonderful chef and restauranteur Kirstin Griffin, to sample some of her new vegan concoctions.
WHY YOU SHOULD EAT HERE: The vegan BLT alone is worth it. Vegan for people who don't think vegan can't taste this good!!!
I'm almost home after three weeks on the road--and I have one last entry to write. . .about my wonderful dinners in Chicago and St Louis. But for today, I thought I would share a little of my life on the road--not the motels, gas stations, or dubious road food. . .but my life in the car.
Brunhilde (my bronze BMW X1 loaded to the gills and saddled with a friend's heavily laden Thule roof box) has been my trusty companion of the road on this trip. We've become like an old married couple. I absolutely love her, am grateful for her every day, and tell her so all the time, but she is also over-bearing. . .quite literally. She prefaces every navigation decision with the polite but irritating phrase, "Prepare to bear left. Prepare to bear right." All this on a straightaway, when there is no bearing to be done. And then, I am told to "bear left" or "bear right" at least six times during any freeway interchange. I've taken to arguing with her, and I know she finds me increasingly irritable as the days wear on into nights. We flat out fight sometimes--when her warnings come to late and I miss a turn, when her suggestion for the nearest gas station routes me across rivers with no bridges, or when her low tire warnings ding all day long despite not having any low anything. . .except perhaps patience. It's a marriage made in heaven, really. I adore her, wouldn't want to live without her. . .and she can't argue back when I get testy.Read More
After leaving Boston's MFA on Friday afternoon, I walked through the Fenway to the Isabella Stewart Gardner--another of our favorite museums, but one which I hadn't visited in 25 years, since before the famous heist in which their Vermeer and other masterpieces were stolen (and never recovered). Like the MFA, the Gardner has been encased by a modern addition with a library, gift shop, and restaurant. But once you enter the original home, everything is as it was.
The Gardner courtyard is even more stunning than I remembered--an oasis of Venetian grandeur and calm in the middle of Boston. I sat down on the ledge of the surrounding loggia to enjoy the perfectly-plotted greenery and the dancing white phaleonopsis orchids artfully placed as part of their winter planting. People on balconies throughout the three stories above gazed down, drawn to the elegant beauty and eternal spring of the this immense and perfect glassed-in conservatory. I could feel all the emotions of my day fall off me as I sat taking in its exquisite peace.Read More
At the end of his life, my father told me that my mother had done more for his career than anyone else. "She was my greatest promoter," he said to me unsolicited one afternoon. He went on to talk about the many projects that they had worked on together--from the Vincent Price Art Collection at Sears to the cookbook, from his 1950s "visual autobiography" to the museum they started together at East Los Angeles College. All were my mother's ideas.
There's a reason my mother's name is first on the cookbook. Without Mary Grant Price, not only would the book never have been written, but it also would not have looked as beautiful. As someone recently commented to me, "The cookbook emanates luxury and has the imprimature of a family Bible." That was exactly what my mother intended--and without its opulent look, feel, and heft, I don't think it would be the eighth most popular out-of-print book of any kind--the culinary cult classic it has become!
On Thursday night I was talking to a friend on the phone as I drove into Boston when I suddenly burst into tears. I hadn't realized until that moment that I hadn't been back to the city where my mom had lived on and off for the last 25 years of her life since just after her passing. I was flooded with emotion--not because she was no longer there, but because I realized how many memories of her and of us together in Boston that I had.Read More
My parents taught me so many things as I was growing up. Both of them helped me learn how to see—my father through his passion for art and love of travel; my mother through her incredible eye for design—architectural, interior, personal, film and fashion. Their other great mutual passion was dining—my father loved food and the whole social experience of sharing a meal. My mother enjoyed cooking and the theatrical experience of throwing a dinner party. I grew up with great emphasis placed on seeing and eating. I loved one, I resisted the other.
Nothing much has changed. I love to travel, see art, explore the world, writing and photographing what I see. I make my living helping, teaching and facilitating people’s enjoyment of what they see. On the other hand, I have always had a difficult relationship with food.Read More