I remember not liking raw tomatoes; they reminded me of raw hearts. But the day came when I put aside that foolish thought and had one. Then I realized how many times I had missed out on this vegetable…

  The threshold, one passage to the next, with keys unlocking our steps, beckoning us to go through,  for it is within its embrace that we experience life unfolding.    

Bottoms up with the Best.  

photos via Chelsea

  Along the 12 hour drive we listened to the Italian radio neither of us speak Italian. Every ten kilometers a few words would catch our attention, mostly to do with food.  Year's ago while at a market in Sicily…

Yann pronounces my name well. He also pronounces quarry like Corey. I pronounce Yann’s name right most of the time, though sometimes it sounds like yawn, but not as a yawn. The French are puzzled that my name isn’t a…