Cortona was the backdrop the universe chose to deliver my traditional, mid-holiday existential gospel, and fegatini, a gamey, rustic Tuscan liver pâté, became the week’s edible metaphor.
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not by bread alone…
I went to Colorado again; I spoiled myself among the green mountains, crystal lakes and wildflower valleys again; and yes, Louise and I were at it again.
Aruban beer was the one thing I didn’t know I needed…
…so naturally I’m going to talk all about Thailand. Sometimes as a recipe or life unfolds, I can feel my next post write itself in real time. Not this month. Lately I haven’t spent a lot of time in the kitchen so that space has been back-filled with a collage of oddly-matched ideas, exchanges andContinue reading “Aruban beer was the one thing I didn’t know I needed…”
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