“No matter how good the entree is, the entire dinner falls apart if the side dishes don’t add up.” – Anne Braly, Chattanooga Times Free Press Buenos Aires – Just the roundup on this week’s classes – our Color Palate of Italy session 5 came off without a hitch and with a quartet of i… Read More A Little on the Side
“The reason for serving latkes on Hanukkah is to commemorate the miracle of the oil, in which a tiny bit of pure olive oil needed to kindle the Eternal Light in the Holy Temple in Jerusalem lasted for eight days. No potatoes were involved in the extraordinary event, of course, because potatoes come from the… Read More Jesus Never Ate a Latke
“He had eaten his share of the dinner, but he hadn’t really enjoyed it because he was thinking all the time about Turkish Delight – and there’s nothing that spoils the taste of good ordinary food half so much as the memory of bad magic food.” – C.S. Lewis, author, from The Lion, The Witch,… Read More The Chronicles of Shawarma: Book III
“Rice is a beautiful food. It is beautiful when it grows, precision rows of sparkling green stalks shooting up to reach the hot summer sun. It is beautiful when harvested, autumn gold sheaves piled on diked, patchwork paddies. It is beautiful when, once threshed, it enters granary bins like a (flood) of tiny seed-pearls. It… Read More Fish ‘n Grains
“OPA’LIA, a Roman festival in honour of Opis,a which was celebrated on the 14th day before the Calends of January (Dec. 19th), being the third day of the Saturnalia, which was also originally celebrated on the same day, when only one day was devoted to the latter festival. It was believed that Opis was the… Read More Earth Mom, Roman Style
“A land of wheat, and barley, and vines, and fig trees, and pomegranates; a land of oil olive and honey.” – Deuteronomy 8:8 Buenos Aires – Notice, no mention of shawarma. I’m pretty certain it doesn’t come up in either the old or new testament, nor in the koran. I could be wrong, but I’m… Read More The Chronicles of Shawarma: Book II
“Fort Apache is not actually the real name of the isolated ghetto that lies four miles to the north of the centre of Buenos Aires. A journalist first coined the phrase after a shoot-out in front of the local police station in the early 1980s and it has stuck ever since. Most of the 30,000… Read More Fort Apache
“…a man that can’t quickly throw together a meal is always going to be dependent on someone else to feed him, be that his wife, girlfriend, or McDonald’s. Dependency is not an admirable trait in a man. You don’t want to be the guy that has to turn to frozen pizzas just because your finer… Read More When the Moon Hits the Sky…