An Exploration of Curiosities
This cake is pure comfort and purely comforting. Be prepared, it will ensconce your home with the soothing aromas of Autumn. Enjoy. ½ cup white sugar ½ cup unsweetened apple sauce 1 lg. egg 1 cup molasses 1 ½ cups spelt flour (*See Note) 1 cup …
We cannot live in a world that is not our own, in a world that is interpreted for us by others. An interpreted world is not a home. Part of the terror is to take back our own listening, to use our own voice, to …
The lady from Leyton was notoriously elusive, especially in death. My only means to get close to the woman newspapers hailed in the 19th century as, “the greatest woman cook in the world” were three parchment remnants. Two books accompanied me on this journey, …
Many tourists traveling to Paris look for a dose of sugar coated history by heading to the Palace of Versailles or the Palace of Fontainebleau. Both famous residences are dripping with opulent eye candy, but there is a hidden gem waiting patiently to be unwrapped by …
Cemeteries train the eye to glance downward. As if the thought of death weren’t somber enough, most are flat and gray. The only breath of life – occasional wilting flowers that rest beside headstones. If you have the opportunity to visit the cemetery, Père Lachaise in Paris, you’ll find it …
It’s been two years since I moved to the land of lederhosen and schnitzel from Austin, Texas. In no certain order, below are my observations…. – Germany has an equivalent to the Mason-Dixon Line, and dialects change accordingly – Germans have an aversion …
A dream vacation to the tiny Greek island of Santorini was booked. It was surreal to imagine what I’d admired in the glossy pages of a magazine becoming a reality. I found a chartered flight on Condor Airlines, booked a traditional white cave residence and had …
( “The Chocolate Girl” by Jean-Étienne Liotard ) Café Maldaner is often crowded and customer service is hit or miss. I still believe it’s worth a visit, or in my case, a dozen. Spinning through the turnstile doorway transports you to a bygone era of a …
My heels and head were confused as I entered. The GPS read Wiesbaden, but my eyes saw Paris. Clusters of blood red roses accentuated by flickering candles topped tables draped in crisp white linen. Reflective silverware became bookends to napkins shaped like crowns. Hundreds of …
