Photos and text by: Corey Amaro. Melon sliced on the breakfast counter. It set the stage. Ripe and ready. Generous and lush. Do you ever have those moments where out of the blue something reminds you of something and instantly…

Photos and text by Corey Amaro. What to cook for dinner? That is the question that haunts me every single day around seven in the evening and not a second before. That is my problem not thinking in advance what…

Yesterday, my friend Arnelle and I picked cherries as I started to make the jam I remembered a post I wrote about making cherry jam years ago, 12 years ago to be exact! Oh, man. Do any of you remember…

Photos and Text by: Corey Amaro Behind the food platters that sat on pedestals, a woman stood in an orange silk dress with an intricate lace collar. Enticingly the colors blended taste, design and texture. My taste buds watered at…

  photo and text: corey amaro I do not like coffee, though I wish I did. The things that go with drinking coffee tempt me time and time again to plug my nose and drink the dark stuff. Usually I…

      ——————- My friend Annie talked about a salad she had as if it were her new best friend. She described it in detail: the crunch of its voice, its tangy personality, its unexpected freshness, with curiosity, like…