An Exploration of Curiosities
I was nervous embarking on an international flight to Frankfurt with Fern and Edith, two ladies I didn’t know. Their expressions on board were a cocktail of mixed emotions. Doubt, love, anticipation and fear culminated into one mind numbing elixir, Remembrance. This wasn’t a vacation, …
I have a trail of crumbs to follow, some are my own… I want to visit Les Deux Garçons, where M.F.K. Fisher sipped sherry while her girls indulged in glasses of lemonade in Aix-en-Provence. I want to find the lounge in Paris where Craig Claiborne …
“Pâtisserie is like alchemy: it is the art of bringing diverse substances together and transforming them into something new and wonderful.” – Anna Reckmann The space is meticulous and streamlined, “mise en place”, everything in its place. Pristine stainless steel and granite workstations …
Dr. Who needs a TARDIS to time travel. I only need a hen and produce stand to take me back in time… In the summer my purple stained palms tightly clinched a bucket handle. My aunt and uncle had a produce farm and paid one …
Sitting on a pedestrian street in the shadows of the Marktkirche cathedral is a pint-sized shop Mary Poppins and Willy Wonka would likely tip their hat, a chocolate emporium called, Xocoatl-Feine Schokoladen. Its presence doesn’t need to shout “look at me”, the intoxicating aroma of …
Like her cigarettes, Granny was unfiltered. A Catholic school girl who married a red-headed tattooed sailor in the back of a bar in New Orleans. Her lips were always painted crimson, earlobes decorated with clusters of pearls and a purple hand-knitted beret topped her silver …
Two days ago I did something I haven’t had the courage to do alone. I boarded a bus. The last time I did this, I had my entourage – my girls. Since they returned to school, I’ve been battling a demon by the name …
When I announced to Mom I was moving to Germany her response was immediate, precise and sincere, “I’ll store your KitchenAid mixer in the attic until you get back.” Heart be still. I love being part of a family who bakes. Not sure Mom knew, …
Where I live in Germany, a slight crisp is in the air. Plump pears and apples are falling from branches, chimneys puff at dusk and corduroy pants are beginning to rustle. I found a recipe that exudes the elements I love about fall, Smoky Chipotle Sweet …