Queen’s Salad


I’ve been thinking about my Grandmother’s shoes. Millie’s shoes. They were gold, shaped like ballet slippers. And the toes were covered in jewels – rubies and emeralds and diamonds (not really, but really) that glittered in the light. They were the most fantastic shoes I had ever seen.  She called them the queen’s shoes. Because when you wear them, she […]

Moroccan Baked Eggs

There is something I love about discovering familiar things in unexpected places.  The hint of chocolate in the savory depths of a bowl of chili, the roll of thunder and flash of lightning in the midst of winter, a face you know and love in a strange, foreign crowd. I don’t think you fully know […]