I swear we weren’t drunk…
Okay, Stephanie Izard (last season’s Top Chef winner) and I weren’t THAT drunk.
I’m a food writer for Club Med Insider – you have to check that site out – as they sometimes give away free vacations <– ooooohhh I bet you could use a beach vacation right about now.
The video was from last month when I took my friends to Club Med Columbus Isle. This week, I’m back on the beach at Dominican Republic at Club Med Punta Cana, one of Parents Magazine’s 10 Best Resorts for Families.
On this trip, I’m filming with a handy Flip HD camcorder for one of my upcoming segments on the Daytime show (I’ve aired 3 times, they haven’t kicked me off yet!) If you happen to live in one of these markets, you can even tune in and watch! I’ll let you know what date it will air. This time, I swear I’ll stay sober. Really.
If you want my job…
Then you must come to Foodista’s International Food Blogger Conference May 15-17th in Seattle. Ruth Reichl of Gourmet Magazine will also be there! It’s an intimate conference, limited to just 70 spots. I’ll be speaking as part of the Blog to Book seminar with Molly Wizenberg, of Orangette, writer for Bon Appétit, and new author of A Homemade Life: Stories and Recipes From My Kitchen Table.
Also there on the panel will be Amy Worley, VP of Marketing from one of my favorite publishers, Andrews McMeel <– See those cookbooks on that page?
Oh shit, and there I go again, getting off topic. Anyways, I’ll be at the International Food Blogger Conference speaking on Blog to Book panel AND I also have another session that’s just me talking to you about The Business of Food Blogging, i.e. how to have my job. Well, not MY job (I love my job too much!) but how to make food writing and food blogging a fabulous full time gig.
There’s a discount if you’re my friend. Enter in the code “halibut” and you’ll get a discount on the conference. Yeah, I know code word “halibut” is pretty lame. If it were up to me, the code word would’ve been something like, “HOLYSHITYOUROCK!”
Won’t you come?
That was right after I snuck a fry off his plate. Damn. I think I’ll order my own.