I've been thinking about food. Seems to me food, place, story, and language are crucial ingredients of family and culture. Each provides a marker for the construction of self, and aids us in the great task of understanding our place in the ongoing history of a people. My mom could not cook. Actually, that is … Continue reading Food for the Soul
This post is in fond memory of two men who greatly contributed to my life: my father, and Ipu (Dr. Bernardo Peixoto). I've come down with a cold, one of those sinus filling, lethargy generating viruses that linger. I try not to be too judgmental of myself or the virus, after all, we share this … Continue reading Food
Musings on our last day in India.
A look in the pantry uncovers colonialism's intrusion into the kitchen.
Dreaming the World 