Bean Lover: Chickpeas à la Grecque

The past few weeks, after all the hoopla surrounding the wedding, have been a slow and steady descent back into normalcy. The tupperware full of wedding cookies is now gone, the Greek's parents have returned to Thessaloniki and the weather has taken a dramatically cold turn for October, one that we feel acutely as the…

Over and Over Again

As hard as it is to believe, it seems we've officially entered the mad holiday dash. This is the time of year when recipes for cookies, holiday party fare and festive cocktails abound on the internet; while I usually love the holiday spirit that overtakes the blogging world in December, this year I've been more…

Like a Homecoming

 He has, if the truth be told, been putting it off for months: the moment when he must face the blank page, strike the first note, see what he is worth. -J.M. Coetzee (Disgrace) May, the Emerald month, has arrived in all of its glory, bringing with it its usual companions of bright colors, blossoms, sunshine,…

Sparkling Lights and Sumac: Istanbul, Part II

On the meeting point of two worlds, the ornament of the Turkish homeland, the treasure of Turkish history, the city cherished by the Turkish nation, Istanbul, has its place in the hearts of all citizens. -Mustafa Kemal AtaturkExactly one week ago I was still firmly caught in the peaceful embrace of that beautiful creature, Vacationland.…

Spring is for Salad

A Pang is more conspicuous in SpringIn contrast with the things that singNot Birds entirely -- but Minds --Minute Effulgencies and Winds --When what they sung for is undoneWho cares about a Blue Bird's Tune ---Emily DickinsonLately, I've been all about kumquats. It's my love of sour things; I just can't get enough. Plus, the…

Farmer’s Market Fare

While she stands alone among the dripping vines she cannot make a connection that she knows is there. There is a blankness in her thoughts, a density that feels like muddle also, until she realizes: the Annunciation was painted after rain. Its distant landscape, glimpsed through arches, has the temporary look that she is seeing…

Spice of Life

Once upon a time there was a boy who lived in a house across the field from a girl who no longer exists. They made up a thousand games. She was Queen and he was King. In the autumn light, her hair shone like a crown. They collected the world in small handfuls. When the…

Going for the Greens

And thus, without a wing, Or service of a keel, Our summer made her light escape Into the beautiful. -Emily Dickinson So, not only is today the first day of summer--an occasion worth celebrating--but we're also now several posts into this blog and the good old guilt has already started to set in; go figure,…