I love that a year in North Carolina is evenly distributed between all four seasons. While each one gets its own solid few months, there is always that transition time when two seasons dance back and forth with one another, unable to fully commit to staying or leaving just yet. Continue reading
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
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
