It seems every city we visited in the UK and Ireland had a rendition of the good ol’, popular fish ’n chips. It’s no wonder, because the stuff is quick, easy, cheap, filling, and delicious. Fish ’n chips may be a British-born dish, but I grew up eating at Long John Silver’s, which has a similar offering of fried seafood and fried potatoes (called “fries” in the U.S. And “chips” in the UK and Ireland—and in case you are wondering, what Americans call “chips” are known as “crisps” over there).
This is my last entry on my four-part series on traveling like a pro. I’ve already written advice on how to book cheap flights, how to pack your bags, and how to travel if you’re blind. Now here’s tips on how to make your arrival and trip go as smoothly as possible. It all starts way before you even pack your bags and leave for your destination. Do your research. Where are you going to stay? What are you going to do? All very important questions that contribute to the
I turn 37 today. I’m officially in my upper thirties. Yikes. I’ve blogged a number of times on healthier living, getting fit, and how to stay youthful. Now here’s a glimpse into my high intensity interval training (HIIT), which combines aerobic exercise with strength training. The point is to keep your heart rate up while building muscle and core strength, allowing for short rests in between. It’s about moving fast and hard: short bursts of energy which max you out. I’ve been working out with Jarrod Marrs for about 1.5
This post is geared towards the vision impaired and their travel companions, but it could also be useful for the sighted. Use your cane or service dog. When I first lost my vision, I didn’t like to pull out my cane because I didn’t want to be viewed as disabled or treated differently. I left my cane folded up in my bag, took the arm of my travel companion, and then bumped into people left and right, probably collecting dirty looks along the way. Nobody dodged me—obviously, nobody knew I
That’s a montage of my last Korea trip in 2012. I love to travel, but packing for a trip is one of its ugly necessities. When I was younger (and much less an avid traveler), packing for a trip was exciting. It meant I was about to go somewhere new or fun, and I enjoyed poring over which items to fold in to my suitcase or duffel bag. Unpacking, on the other hand, was less appealing—it was the mark that my vacation was over, and I’d soon be rejoining the
You know those “where are they now?” segments on celebrity news shows and articles? I sort of did one when I visited MasterChef U.S. Season 4 winner Luca Manfé’s food truck, The Lucky Fig. (Or maybe Luca’s fans saw my YouTube episode and were like, “Oh, so that’s what that Christine from season 3 is doing now—making YouTube videos and eating…”) Either way, neither guesses are far from the truth. Luca was born in Italy, moved to New York, and was living there when I first met him during season
Because summer is nearing, I’ve decided to blog a travel series. I’ve always loved to travel, and I’ve been fortunate to do it a lot more now ever since MasterChef fame. I fly close to, if not more than, 100K miles a year, so I would say I’m a pretty experienced traveler. It never fails to amuse me when TSA employees or flight attendants ask me, “Have you ever flown before?” simply because I’m vision impaired. C’mon, people! Do blind people not get around on planes like the rest of
First, my cookbook, Recipes from My Home Kitchen was published in the U.S., became a New York Times best-seller, and just this last December, it was published in Vietnamese by Tre Publishing House in Vietnam. You could already borrow my cookbook in Braille from the National Library Service, but now it’s available for purchase from the National Braille Press for just $23.99—the same cost as the cover price for the hardback. I was gifted the above copy from a woman involved with Sight Into Sound, a non-profit based in Houston
Dating back to 1913, Leo Burdock’s is the oldest fish ’n chips chain in Dublin. We stopped by one of the locations after our last night drinking in Dublin, because greasy fish ’n chips are what you crave after a night full of ”slainte! There was no line, the order and pickup were quick, the food was cheap, and we carried our goodies home wrapped up in butcher paper. Back at our airbnb, we spread open the paper on the dining table and went to town. The fish was fried
The Pig’s Ear is located at the top of a set of stairs. We stopped in for lunch because I’d wanted shepherd’s pie. The lunch menu is prix fixe, and you can choose between a two-course or a three-course option. I chose two, and I was satisfied afterwards, but I could have very well gone with the three-course selection. I was just excited to get my shepherd’s pie in Ireland. The lamb pie wasn’t gigantic, but its modest size still filled me up. Most importantly, it was pretty darn good.