I miss summer. More specifically, I miss the feeling of sea-salt scrubbing my mildly sunburned skin, sitting in the shade of olive-trees, squinting my eyes against the glare of the sun on water so clear I can see fish swimming 5 meters deep, the air full with the scent of rosemary and the sound of cicadas. Continue reading
There are times, when there is none of it left. Time, that is. In this paradox state, when everything has to happen at once, cooking takes a place on the back burner, so to say. Tomorrow is an audition, and between packing, practicing, getting distracted by kittens and puppies, my love needed me not only to make dinner, but also to brag about it on her blog.
And that, dear reader, marks my appearance as co-author on Devil’s Food. As you might have guessed, I’m “Mr. S”. And I did not say this. Continue reading