NOT a food blog
At first…. . I thought…… . she was just…… . another…… . pretty…… . face. . Do not say, “It is morning,” and dismiss it with a name of yesterday. See it for the first time as a new-born child that has no name. from Rabrindranath Tagore’s Stray Birds We are all nomads, but I […]
Food, for me, is a means to an end and not an end in itself.
Food, for me, represents the love of family, the fellowship of friends, and the community and communality it brings.