Beth Reiber

1 week ago | frommers.com | Beth Reiber

Home to more than 100 barbecue restaurants and the world’s largest barbecue competition, Kansas City, in the U.S. state of Missouri, now adds a barbecue museum to its menu. If you’ve ever wondered about the secret uses of rubs, sauces, and cooking techniques that result in succulent meats, the Museum of BBQ, a lighthearted diversion that opens in the Crown Center Shops mall on April 12, aims to inspire you to become the pitmaster of your own back yard.

1 month ago | mediafeed.org | Beth Reiber

There’s hardly an event or celebration in Okinawa, or even a gathering of friends, that doesn’t include awamori, Japan’s oldest distilled liquor. Everything from births and birthday parties to weddings and funerals are often commemorated with gifts of awamori. Because the distilled liquor, native to Okinawa, never goes bad and tastes better the older it gets, mature stock is often passed down and replenished from generation to generation. To me, that’s one of the most fascinating things about it.

1 month ago | mediafeed.org | Beth Reiber

I was living in Tokyo in the 1980s when the Japanese Ministry of Agriculture, Forestry and Fishery came up with a new concept: shinrin-yoku, translated as “forest bathing.” The idea was to get people outdoors, an antidote to the swift changes that were replacing a rural, nature-oriented society with high-tech, fast-paced cities.

1 month ago | aol.com | Beth Reiber

What a Quaint Tokyo Village Taught Me About Forest BathingI was living in Tokyo in the 1980s when the Japanese Ministry of Agriculture, Forestry and Fishery came up with a new concept: shinrin-yoku, translated as “forest bathing.” The idea was to get people outdoors, an antidote to the swift changes that were replacing a rural, nature-oriented society with high-tech, fast-paced cities.

1 month ago | mediafeed.org | Beth Reiber

There’s nothing like the beckoning open road, especially when there’s nostalgia involved. And there’s no more iconic US highway than Route 66. After all, it officially opened in 1926 as a 2,400-mile road linking Chicago with Santa Monica. Passing through eight states and three time zones, it was the Mother Road of roads, America’s main street traversed by families, drifters, dreamers and the destitute, leaving motor courts, diners, gas stations and cheap attractions in their wake.