Monday, February 21, 2011. Perfect day for a cuppa chai. A sprinkle of dancing, whisper-light flakes, straight out of a fairy tale. After a couple of days of spring-like temperatures, the cold felt like a surprise. It was a perfect day for chai. Adapted from a variety of internet sources. The idea of mindful living an.

Has it really been ten weeks since the last time I wrote anything here? And suddenly it is March, and the camellia blossoms have fallen like great crimson heads, the azaleas are exploding into Kodachrome vivacity on every street corner, and the sky out my office window is regularly more blue than grey. 2011, the Year of Living Musically, is officially only a memory now. Where does memory live? Were the one crying, not me, and I could comfort it. And in the sound of a .

I am a journeyman cook who knows little to nothing about the proper use of spices. Fifty-two weeks - fifty-two spices. Sunday, August 15, 2010. And one thing he often wants to share is his food. From his grubby little hands - or, even worse, his grubby little mouth. What does one do? What the heck is up with that? .

Rikku, Tidus, Yuna, Auron and Lulu. Yuna, Rikku and Lula.

I hope I meet people along the way who have suggestions for new lunches, and other recipes, and new kitchen gadgets of all kinds. Monday, July 13, 2015. A Lot of Food in a Little Space.