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 …
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.
This carrot soup might as well be wearing some blingy gold jewelry, big yellow sunglasses and a straw hat.
Turmeric potatoes dance on my mind and taste buds. In the summer I am very inspired by Indian cooking. Maybe it’s the heat, or just the opportunity to serve food at ambient temperature and you don’t worry that the food you’ve just lovingly prepared will get cold.