For those of you who have forgotten your French/took Spanish/don’t know about the juxtapositional Magritte painting, what I’ve written above translates to, “This is not a bowl of pasta.” And it’s not….
Author: emiglia
Kale Chips
Like most people, I think, I don’t cook just for me. Don’t get me wrong–I love being in the kitchen. Case-in-point: my mother has been off gallavanting with my little sister in…
Chana Masala Chutney and Dal
“The grass is always greener on the other side.” There’s a reason that clichés are cliché: thoughts so true have to be expressed, often too often, until suddenly the metaphor or simile…
Homesick
“You know that point in your life when you realize the house you grew up in isn’t really your home anymore? All of a sudden even though you have some place where…
Almost-Spring
Almost-Spring is in the air. If you’ve lived in cold-weather climates (I’m looking at you Canadians… and you, too, New-Englanders), then you know what I’m talking about: it’s not warm–far from it….
Lent
Today is Mardi Gras, also known as Shrove Tuesday or Pancake Day to some–the last day before the period of Lent. I know that most of you are probably at least vaguely…
I’m a Writer
The conversation is inevitable: after a few minutes of talking to a new group of people, of asking “What can I get you to drink?” and “So, where are you from?” comes…
Apple-Cream Cheese Bread
“Is there anything you can’t make?” The Artist asks me as she sits in a chair in my kitchen watching me put the finishing touches on an Indian feast one of my…
Au Revoir
“When you went home this time, I had a feeling you weren’t coming back,” he says when I tell him, finally. I’ve only just admitted it to myself: the next step is…
Lime-Raspberry Quickbread (Lactose free!)
I think I should set up an office in a train. I can have a seemingly perfect setup at home: a desk, a bottomless cup of hot coffee, headphones, a blanket… and…