Just occasionally I dream that my life I spent traveling around the globe with my wonderful wife and son, cooking in far off countries, learning World cuisine from everyone’s grandmothers that make the best …..{insert best Grandmother recipe here}.

Then the alcohol wears off just enough for me to regain some sense of reality and for me to remember that I have a stable career here in Seattle, and that a life of traveling would make me miss everything this fantastic part of the US has to offer.

I then start making excuses as to why we don’t travel more… my three year old son often tops that list, but really that has nothing to do with him and everything to do with me. He loves new places and new things. I hate plane rides, especially long ones where I have to answer “are we there yet?” and “I want to get up Daaaaaaaady” overandoverandoverandover again.

Click to read more about cooking in Bali, and to see these Balinese recipes