Spring pasta? Why yes. April in Chicago is the mixed-messenger. Warm one day, a cold snap the next. Spring rainbows of daffodils, tulips, and hyacinths grace every patch of dirt today only to be dusted with snow tomorrow. It’s less rainy and more hot-then-cold. So …
Recently, I was fortunate enough to be back in Istanbul after a twenty-five year absence. Some things had changed but, for the most part, it was as stunning as it had ever been. In addition to blue glass amulets to replace my original one broken …
We’re one of those families. We love bread. I mean we love it. For a few years before the pandemic, my husband baked four beautiful loaves every week. Gosh, you should see the smile on my face as I write that sentence.
As everyone and their puppy started making sourdough starters and artful focaccia during lockdown, the staple ingredients became harder to come by. For a while, he continued to bake but eventually our waists couldn’t keep up as we hit the starchy spot: the ratio of bread consumption to exercise tipped more heavily in bread’s favor…
It’s been two years since he doffed his baker’s apron and pulled out the requisite paniers, razor, peel, and whatnot. I sure do miss it.
You know my thoughts on markets. I’ve been lucky to visit some excellent ones here and there. The Old Biscuit Mill is far and away one of the best. See for yourself. Delicious food, check. Live music, check. A DJ, check. Heavenly aromas, check. A …
While I was at the loveliest birthday dinner with our brand-new friends we had met just four days earlier, I was asked what it felt like to call America home. Behind the question was the horrible legacy of slavery and the possibility of rootlessness. “Do …
I recently had the incredibly good fortune to visit South Africa for a project and I was showered with love letters. At every turn, there was beauty, and I took it all in.
I learned, stretched, explored, and rested. And I joyfully tasted.
“To plant a seed, watch it grow, to tend it and then harvest it, offered a simple but enduring satisfaction. The sense of being the custodian of this small patch of earth offered a taste of freedom. NELSON MANDELA This Black Garden Epistle comes to …
Express yourself, Whatever you do, uh, Do it good, uh! We definitely did it good! I’ll start at the end and then make our way back. My mom pulled out one of my favorite plates, plump strawberries framing the center, ready to full of the …
Is it me or did the end of 2022 come and go with a quickness? One moment I was back in my hometown with family I hadn’t seen in years and in a flash, I was feasting with my small family in Chicago. So in that circle of home, I left the cold weather to be in the warm embrace of Atlanta.
It, of course, started with hugs and kisses and rapidly proceeded to food.
There was art at the High.
We started with Deana Lawson. While every work was captivating, her collage that featured Atlanta’s own, OutKast, in its center was particularly wonderful. I hadn’t been home to Atlanta in three long years and mannnnnnn, did I miss it!
Then it was on to the fascinating show, Rodin in the United States: Confronting the Modern, that again places Atlanta front and center as it reminds the viewer of the intertwining history of the artist and the city.
December had me inside, making slow food like stews and yeasty dishes. It also had me looking, sampling, and exploring the great indoors. Indoors as in markets and food halls, those places where you can travel all around the world under one roof. Over two …
