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…

A Sun-Dappled Grove of Oranges

The morning that has passed seems far away as the afternoon advances, as the afternoon connects with the afternoon of yesterday of yesterday and of the day before, a repetition that must have a beginning somewhere but now is lost. -William Trevor ("A Day")I've been feeling surprisingly happy these last few weeks. I say surprisingly…

Dreaming of Dinner

Melancholy, I think, is a sort of default vagueness, a get-out clause, a smothering lack of focus. -Edmund de Waal (The Hare with the Amber Eyes) To be without a job is both exhilarating and depressing. On the one hand, you suddenly have time to do the things you've been dreaming of doing for months: reading…

Still Rotating, Two Years Later

 "A good rotation. A rotation I define as the experiencing of the new beyond the expectation of the experiencing of the new. For example, taking one's first trip to Taxco would not be a rotation, or no more than a very ordinary rotation; but getting lost on the way and discovering a hidden valley would…

Dipping Season

I can hardly believe that, less than a week ago, I was rambling through Carmel, Monterey and Point Lobos, almost without a care in the world. To put it mildly, all of that seems like a lifetime ago. The Greek and I returned to various tasks in Berkeley last Tuesday evening and now, one Greek…

Cultural Literacy and Chocolate Pie

All over the island there was a burgeoning of graffiti that took merry or malicious advantage of the the fact that the Italians could not decipher the Cyrillic (Greek) script. They mistook Rs for Ps, did not know that Gs can look like Ys or inverted Ls, had no idea what the triangle was, thought…

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…