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Curry for breakfast?

Curry for breakfast?

We’ve always had a fondness for Thai food. When living in California, Erika whipped up Thai delicacies religiously. Since moving to Chicago, though, rare is there a meal in her kitchen that is inspired by Thailand.

Spring in Chicago

Spring in Chicago

The first two weeks at our local farmer’s market have been a parade of the fattest asparagus. The bigger, the better for us when it comes to this vegetable, in sharp contrast to how we like most of our food. This composed salad celebrates spring. 

Planting ideas at Hampton Court Palace

Planting ideas at Hampton Court Palace


Some years back, half of ODB spent several weeks exploring England. After a couple of weeks in London, our first stop was Hampton Court Palace.


While built by Cardinal Wolsey, it’s most known for being a favorite of Henry VIII. After a significant disgrace, Wolsey “gave” the palace to England’s most famous king.


The king enlarged the palace to accommodate the royal company and it is now the recipient of countless visitors to see its interiors and incredible grounds.












Kinda In My Own Backyard

Kinda In My Own Backyard

So often we can’t see what is in our immediate view for looking over the horizon for something new or different. Recently, while returning home from running an errand, we decided to stop at the lake that is just a couple of minutes from our 

Architectural Promise

Architectural Promise

When I first moved to Chicago, I worked to create pathways for folks who found it extremely difficult to find work in our city. It boggles the mind to see how the deck was stacked against the most marginalized of us. My office sat within 

Liberation, a paradox

Liberation, a paradox

On the eve of our country’s Independence Day, I, like many other Americans, find myself reflecting on what we mean by the words independence, liberty, and freedom. Just two weeks ago, we were celebrating Juneteenth. Almost a century separates these two commemorative moments (and all that they represent) and we remain curious about how we hold both of these in our hearts and minds. The tensions between these two national holidays are not lost on us at Onion Dip for Breakfast.

As we cheer on the end of tyranny and the demand for liberation through our red-white-and-blue dishes, potato salad, berry-topped flag cakes, and barbecue, we will pursue that elusive liberation and expect just beauty, too.

Unfolding

Unfolding

In 2014, I invited folks to join me for an analog-digital sensation, an Instameet. Remember those? Instead of just taking photos by yourself and sharing them in those little IG squares, you’d invite anyone who’d like to meet in person, say hello in real life, 

A Daytime Night Club, Anyone?

A Daytime Night Club, Anyone?

Who knew that the day would come when clubs would open early in the day to accommodate our changing population? Clubs are popping up all over to adapt to the preferences of aging patrons as well as any one whose schedule allows them to have 

Black Garden Letter No. 3

Black Garden Letter No. 3

I recently spent an afternoon with a herd of bison, up close and personal, as they grazed on the grassy plain and huddled together with their small calves. It was mind-boggling to think that they were living not far from Chicago, and some compassionate people had set aside space for these ninety bison.


These beings, more than cattle ever has, made me think of the past, future, and present all at once. It’s quite easy to forget that there’s so much life on the planet outside of us humans. In addition to these animals that I associate with America, there were ripening blackberries, butterflies, and a host of prairie flowers.










Back home in the Black Garden, our blackberries are still green but they, too, hold the promise of life and seasonal changes. I can’t wait to enjoy their sweet and tart juiciness. The black currants and hydrangeas, their fruit and flowers clustered together, present the now and later, too. What a beautiful world.









Just Beauty

Just Beauty

Today we lovingly poured our ruby-colored red drink into champagne flutes that had been purchased with my mom nearly two decades ago. We toasted our ancestors and to love as we reveled in the spiciness of sorrel. It is celebratory. We nibble on boiled peanuts