Merry Christmas and Happy Eating (3 min read)
Hello and merry Christmas my friends! I hope this finds you warm and cozy, as this year’s Once in a Lifetime Storm battles our coats and window panes, making America’s dogs wish they… Continue reading
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My Friend Across the Table
The only language he and I shared was smiling. And food. So we did a lot with those. The backyard table was piled with freshly baked bread, homegrown vegetables harvested minutes ago, eggs… Continue reading
Tradition you can Taste
When my grandfather talked about wringing the neck of a chicken, we listened with moderate horror and more-than-moderate fascination. I was particularly confounded and titillated by his gesture of grabbing it by the… Continue reading
Tastes like Empire
My language acquisition usually begins on the menu. I don’t speak French but when it’s cold in Paris I look for a boisson chaude. I don’t speak Turkish but every morning in Istanbul… Continue reading
Mexican Memories on the Wind
Mornings on the Campeche coast were a space of growing golden light and sea breezes in from the Gulf of Mexico. Both would drift through the wide open windows, which reached nearly from… Continue reading
Nourishment
Thank goodness for the dog. My couchsurfing host in Vitoria, in the Spanish Basque country, was taking a class on medieval iconography whose final field trip was the next day, and she wanted… Continue reading
Dinnertime in Cluj-Napoca
Do you know that feeling, at the end of a great, but exhausting day abroad, when you’re deeply excited to be in a new place…but in your heart of hearts, what you want… Continue reading
A note on sauces, Romania
When Pulp Fiction informed me that people in Amsterdam put mayonnaise on their fries, I was cooperatively grossed out. Mayo was an acceptable ingredient for way down the ingredients list, but it should… Continue reading
Everything I thought I knew about China was wrong
People would cut in front of us in barely civilized anarchy, especially on the subway, where someone said they physically push you in like sardines. That was one of the prominent things I’d… Continue reading
Beefy blues and birthday bliss
I blame the teenager for the first part. He was just so likable. I’d worked all day to stay aware of the tidal pull towards a bad mood, unnecessary and outdated, and here… Continue reading
