“Glancing out the car windows as the northern villages quickly ticker-taped by, the hamlets’ holiday lights radiated a blur of December gray-blue hues. The morning fog was opaque and waxy as we cut northbound on the Autobahn with a speed that promised to get us to Dresden in less than an hour . . .”
“I always get a bit anxious when the plane begins to land; the rumbling hydraulics of the landing gear extending out below us, the wing tailcoats firing upwards to slow our speed, and my personal conviction that we are almost always landing too fast. Last week was no different as the non-stop. . .”
“I recently came across a few European olive oil recipes specific to baking the last few weeks and wanted to give them a go. In the past, I have really enjoyed savory Italian breads with sundried tomatoes but haven’t explored into continental cakes or the quintessential sweet loaves. Baking with . . .”
Being an expat in the Czech Republic, I am never too far from surprises – especially when it comes to food. From mistakenly ordering fried pig kidneys to seeing friends gobble down turkey hearts . . .
I was standing in the midst of a dying garden of hydrangeas and bittersweet when my mother-in-law emerged from the 19th-century Czech farmhouse carrying a crate of apples she received from a neighbor’s orchard. . .
Summer is still in full swing here in Prague and, with seasonal blueberries and raspberries filling the forests and markets, I can’t think of a better way than to pair