Tales of Taste, Travel, & Home Cookery
“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 . . .”
“Lazy weekend mornings in winter – a human form materializing from under the 3 layers of Scandinavian down at 8 a.m. – the first waking 5 minutes to loiter in starched white bed sheets with a phone, with the December sun . On weekends I am sunny-side-up, positive, and anticipating . . .”
“I sat with my back against the drafty Victorian window, my gray wool sweater being lapped through the pane by Long Island Sound’s November winds and my ears like a beach, caressed by waves of conversations swelling in the kitchen . . .”
“When it comes to soups, I have to admit that I haven’t always been the first in line. It’s not as if I had a childhood barren of the stuff as for every grilled cheese sandwich Mom made up there was also tomato soup to boot. Warm and rich tomato soup with fresh cracked black pepper and oyster crackers . . .”
“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 . . .”