I have loved you for a thousand years,
I’ll love you for a thousand more. -Christina Perri
My husband, John, and I dated during tumultuous times in our lives. Tumultuous because we were both at the dawning of our careers and were assiduously travelling around the globe on assignment; John, more often than I, and often on a moment’s notice. These were the days before smartphones and even smarter apps and if all our free time together was being spent on the burgeoning romance, then all our savings were being depleted on long distance phone calls. When John found himself with a week to spare in between two European assignments, he asked me to meet him in Marseilles. At the time, I knew very little about Provence and I wondered “Why not Paris?” but I easily accepted just the same. Continue reading
Late summer, here in Montréal, our markets, and backyard and community gardens alike, are overflowing with tomatoes; all ripening at once that it’s nearly impossible to keep up with nature by merely consuming them at the usual weekly consumption rate. They are sold dirt cheap, by the bushels, to anyone who is brave enough to venture into a little forward-thinking sauce-making. I may not always be so forward-thinking but I’m a sucker for cheap so this is the time of year when I turn a fairly inexpensive bushel of tomatoes into a healthy supply of pizza sauce. Continue reading
Some days in late August at home are like this, the air thin and eager like this, with something in it sad and nostalgic and familiar. —William Faulkner
Our lives intersected when we were at polar opposite phases. I was looking forward to growing a family. She was well into old age; too frail to care for herself, let alone the large house she solely occupied.
Every summer, like the roses, childhood returns. -Marty Rubin
The first time that I tasted falooda was during my first visit to India. I was nine and it was love at first sip.
One of my son’s closest friends happens to be of Lebanese descent. The first time he went over to his house, he returned home and exclaimed rhetorically “Why can’t you make food like theirs?” I didn’t have much a choice; this one question set into motion the quest to add a few more recipes to our arsenal. Continue reading
I’m no expert on the matter, but from my visits to India I’d bet that the mango lassi is the most popular variation of India’s favorite yogurt drink during the summer months. I suppose this is in part due to it being mango season during this time. Lucky for us, here in Canada, we get a healthy supply of mangoes from mango producing countries throughout the world.
I’ve already shared my recipes for the standard salty lassi, as well as the sweet rose lassi. So it’s time for a mango lassi recipe today along with a few variations. Continue reading