Being Vegetarian

Last night, I found myself sitting in a poolside deck chair, small drink in hand, listening to and watching children jump, splash, and squeal in joy. It was a lovely experience, it always is to watch children at play. As I did, the unmistakable waft of meat on a grill filled the air, and withContinue reading “Being Vegetarian”

Beyond the recipe

When I was a child, I didn’t really have much association with the kitchen. This space in our house, often graced by a beaten up copy of Nicholas Tselementes’ Greek Cookery that I still have to remember my mother by, was almost entirely her domain. I may have wandered in and out, and grabbed aContinue reading “Beyond the recipe”

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