- Saudades This weekend I hosted a tiny dinner party. It was the first time that I’ve done such a thing in quite awhile, and it made me very happy. I really enjoy putting on my apron. (It is a very special one, you know.) It is a creative challenge to only use that which is in […]
- Dirty Mexitalian Eggs, A Recipe There is a wild buzz in the Klein house this Saturday afternoon. Mackenzie is blaming it on the rain. (I bit my tongue from calling her Milli or Vanilli.) She claims the rain “makes everyone a little more passionate.” There are fresh cinnamon rolls being baked in the oven, and twelve year old Allie is […]
- Mid-morning Passions “Karibu, dada!” Lilian hands me a plateful of passion fruit, watermelon, and peanuts as she calls me “sister” with a smile. I like having new Tanzanian sisters. I’m sitting at the computer in Chase and Leighton’s room sorting through piles of video clips of beautiful Maasai women making beaded creations. I’m getting lost in the […]
- Just as Far as the Lighthouse, Girl Yesterday I was walking up the stoney streets of Cascais, on my way to run along my most favorite path in the globe: from Boca do Inferno (lit. “mouth of hell”) to Guincho beach, overlooking the Atlantic. I was intercepted by a phone call that my presence was requested in Sao Joao for Indian food […]
- Ramen at the Lord’s Table I have some not-so-healthy habits. I stay up too late. I drink too much coffee. I eat things that remind me of college, like ramen noodles and mac-n-cheese. These are non-meals, but I do enjoy real meals, and find the conversation with friends as much of a feast as the eating. I am eating solitary […]
- Grocery Listing Greetings from defunct blogdom and from Pasadena*, California, home of the original Trader Joe’s**! I am mad about this grocery store. It’s fresh, organic, cheap, and witty. And they have free samples! I love free samples! And it’s not so monstrous a store that I need a map to find my way around. I miss […]
- Saying Goodbye to Portugal:Fresh Bread for Thursday Dinners I am going to miss Thursday nights, when my buzzer starts humming at 18:50 with teenagers hungry for dinner. Tonight at 18:25, I realized I needed some nice bread with the stroganoff, so I ran downstairs to the Panisol cafe and breadshop on the first floor. It’s […]