I was sitting in my friend’s apartment in Montreal, chatting with the girls about the many bridal showers, baby showers, and other opportunities for gift giving around the corner. It’s not that we weren’t excited for all these upcoming happy occasions,
“We love you like we love lemons.” So said a card to a very special family we said goodbye to in Mexico; a family we had bonded with for their sense of humor, their sense of balance, and their sense of good food. A mutual love we share? Lemons.
Lemons and I
On Sunday we had a few friends over for lunch. Among them was a shy 13 year old girl who came earlier than the others to help me get everything ready. I had planned a foolproof meal: tacos. I figured, it’s family style, you get to pick your toppings, it’s generally
otavalo market, ecuador
Two women walk into a store. One is polished, manicured, decked in high heels and weighed down (gracefully) by several carrier bags. She walks into the store, her air of confidence wafting in with greater presence than a surging gust of wind. She slowly slides her sunglasses
orange pork chow mein
Do you ever get a wild craving that grips you suddenly and refuses to leave? It might have been the smell of a nearby fryer that subconsciously made your mind drift to an image of fried chicken you just couldn’t shake. Or maybe it was a commercial that lasted not