Waterways. My residency has been going swimmingly (yes, pun intended) and affords me space to reflect, learn, rest, and make. Like waterways, there’s a confluence in my activity and lack thereof. There’s an emphasis on being still sometimes, flowing as I feel the urge, and …
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.
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 …
“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 …
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.
Intentional. To kick off the new year, my friends at PostScript asked me to be their guest writer for their lovely blog, In the Loop. This month’s theme is coffee but I was encouraged to write about anything so I did both. If you’re interested …
Like most people, the fairy tales read to me were the mostly sweet versions. Sure, women were hexed by nefarious enemies, harassed by wicked step-relatives, or resigned to a permanent dormant state with the bite of a crimson apple. Overall, though, they ended with our heroes, heroines, and villains getting their just desserts. It wasn’t until I read some of the Brothers Grimm stories did I see the other side.
When the sweet apple turns bitter.
If you read “PERSEPHONE, THE RELUCTANT QUEEN”, you know that we’re fascinated by that potent anise-flavored elixir, absinthe. Maybe it’s the mystique or dangerous reputation. Maybe it’s the color. Or it’s the taste. We’re captivated. There’s something exhilarating about it— it’s a green potion.
New Year’s Eve we enjoyed the creamy delight, panna cotta. Imagine a smooth and sweet dessert infused with absinthe and topped with broiled grapefruit and thyme-citrus coulis. Deliriously delicious. Mmmmmm.
Fairies abound.
Many moons ago, I spent a few glorious weeks in Spain and I tasted everything I could imagine. I mean everything. I could write a book on the dishes and drinks I enjoyed, each day brought one revelation after another. When I think of that …
