Tea time is never passed up in Morocco. The tradition runs deep in the veins of its people. Vibrant mint leaves, crystals of sweet sugar, and rich green tea and joined together as the holy trinity of northern Africa. Tea time is not the time of day, but a ceremony …
Ingredients: 1/4 cup of olive oil 1/2 cup of parsley 2 cloves of garlic, crushed and chopped 1 cup of lemon juice zest of one organic lemon generous pinch of salt 1 pkg of De Cecco Spaghetti small handful of course salt reserve 1 cup of pasta cooking water (to …
“Now,” he says, “people hardly have time to stop. They are in a rush. No time to stop and talk, much less savor a taste.” Dreadful, I think. Surely it’s our (fast-paced American) fault. Do we all want such a place to go? Or just certain types of people?
Italian life, Florentine life, is what I dream of. This is the first spring in a very long time that I am not in Italy, but one of the recipes that transports me from whatever kitchen I’m in to my apartamentino in Florence is Pollo Spaccato e Speziato or spicy spatchcock chicken.
During these times of sheltering and reflection, we are thankful for all the wonderful ways to nourish our minds and souls. Here are a few suggestions from us: Books Fearlessness in Difficult Times. Pema Chodren Honey From A Weed . Patience Grey Papale Papale : Fabio Picchi The Third Plate: …
My group arrived in Marrakech March 9th 2020, set to have a “Feast For The Senses”. No one had cancelled thankfully, even though there were hints of an epidemic. It was a delight to take on this very courageous group of people. They stood to lose a lot of money …
During our Culinary Adventure in Spain, The Scintillating Flavors of Seville, we stay at two amazingly charming properties: a historical boutique hotel in the old center of town and an hacienda filled with bougainvilleas in the countryside.
A Saffron Gin Tonic under the moonlight met me at the end of the pool in Marrakech. I fell in love with that land and its magic. And since then, saffron-infused gin and tonics have been my dreamy drink-of-choice, hands-down.
This carrot soup might as well be wearing some blingy gold jewelry, big yellow sunglasses and a straw hat.
When I was young, my favorite thing to do in summer was to make homemade peach ice cream. I would turn cartwheels all the way over to Gladys’s house, two houses down past all the hydrangeas to watch her make the custard with fresh cream and bits of peach.