About the Rambler



Welcome to my ramblings on dinner & drink, people & places, our planet’s health & the future of food. I’m a journalist, author and media trainer. My kitchen forever smells of garlic and curry. And much like my mother, I start thinking of dinner long before breakfast….

About

Karen Lisbon

It started with garlic and onions, and it quickly spread to chiles. I blame my husband, Jerry, for the reinvention of my diet (he also takes nearly all of the photos on this blog). Back in our dating days, we both worked for a newspaper in a small Wyoming town with little to do but drink… and eat. We started cooking together. Jerry showed me how to use garlic and onions in copious amounts. Then chiles, lots of them, most every night. We cooked from the little recipe book that came with his steel wok. We made vats of spicy chile, and we experimented with cuisines—Cajun, Mexican, Chinese.

This was new to me. I was born in Wisconsin to a father who hates garlic and spice. I grew up eating cheese and brats; Mexican to me was mostly Chi-Chi’s, a restaurant chain now defunct in the United States (but apparently still operating in China, Belgium, Luxembourg, Indonesia, Kuwait and the UAE). We ate a lot of low-fat food during my childhood (my father is also diabetic). It was a diet considered to be healthy at the time. But it was substantially processed with lots of sugar and fat substitutes, which we now know to be less than ideal.

In my adulthood, I discovered a much wider, livelier culinary world—thanks, in large part, to a man whose grandmother insisted he find a good girl who loves onions and red wine. I passed the test with ease.

And then I had an epiphany in 1996, when I spent a grad school semester in Hanoi. My culinary world mushroomed, and I developed a nose for the kitchen. I’m particularly intrigued by food and its science, both hard and social—the physical and chemical transformations that turn an ingredient into a palette of flavors and sustenance; the cultural milieu that distinguishes one cuisine from anotherAt Phnom Bakheng. I am also deeply interested in hunger, malnutrition and the complex sets of reasons why some people have an abundance to eat, and others do not. These questions are categorically tied to issues of environment, health, politics and human rights.

Today, Jerry and I have a home in the Rio Grande Valley of New Mexico, with a centuries-old history of farming started by the earliest Spanish settlers and the Puebloans before them. Some of the irrigation ditches in our neighborhood date to the 1600s or earlier. Water is a constant focus here.

But we also make our “home” in other parts of the world. Before coming to New Mexico, we lived for several years in Thailand and Cambodia. Most years, we still spend months away, reporting on the same issues that interest us in the United States: food, agriculture, environment, health, human rights. We have several books in print, and we publish regularly in newspapers, magazines and online venues around the world. If you’re interested in seeing more of our work, you can find us at karencoates.com and jerryredfern.com. We’re also both senior fellows at Brandeis University’s Schuster Institute for Investigative Journalism.

People often ask me how I came to write about food. It wasn’t a “beat” I specifically chose. I didn’t set out to become a food writer, per se. But I’ve always found food to be a great introduction, a perfect connection and entry into people’s lives. Everyone has a food story to tell. It’s common ground for us, as human beings.

Food is life—and death. It is history and culture, war and peace. It is our past, and it is our future. Food is who and what we are.In Shan State