In my house, the keeper of the kitchen was always my dad. My mom definitely had a few specialties that entered the dinner rotation, but her creativity was mainly tied up in the room of the house that had her heart: the studio. Continue reading
When I was younger, frozen Eggo waffles were my favorite breakfast. Always a deliberate eater, I would carefully distribute a smear of margarine into every nook. Next, I would tip the syrup bottle up and watch it flow, making certain a little bit of sticky sauce made it into each and every crevice of that Eggo. Continue reading
So it was really difficult for me to get out of bed this morning knowing I would be forced to complete my day without a single view like this one. Continue reading
I remember vividly the first time I ever experienced eating a fig. We were out on my brother-in-law’s balcony , enjoying our full bellies and the sweet air that is a Greek summer’s evening. Continue reading
