Tales of Taste, Travel, & Home Cookery
“Today I didn’t awake with my usual zest for the morning. I didn’t spring from the bed like a hot Pop-Tart straight from the toaster, either. No running shoes, no New Wave synth favorite to sing along to in the bath. In fact, the only meaningful action I took was to hit snooze. . .”
Living in a 4th story walk up isn’t exactly convenient when it comes to grocery shopping. In fact, the hamstring-pulling, lung-burning exercise renders . . .
I hear there is quite the blizzard back home in Connecticut and the entire band of New England states for that matter. Come to think of it I didn’t quite “hear” about it as that verb may come with passive connotations.
There’s nothing quite like rolling out of bed, cool water on your face to wash the sleep away, a hot pot of coffee, and turning on Fleetwood Mac. Saturday rolled in like a Prague fog today, calm and slow, a steep blowing from the hills of The Castle.
Sitting on a call with Istanbul midday yesterday, I saw the flicker of my phone out of the corner of my eye. “Hey! I am getting my blood drawn on Friday,” the husband wrote in a text, . . .
Fall has officially arrived in Prague with unromantic fanfare. Autumn, the season that always seems