Food has a funny history in my family, or families, I should say. My dad is a steak and potatoes kind of guy. He can and will eat anything. But I grew up with my mom. Our eating likes, dislikes, and allergies make for a more interesting endeavor at a meal. Lucky for me, my… Continue reading Mom’s Gluten-free Focaccia
On Feeding and Being Fed
Earlier this month, my friend Corey and I met up for tea. It was a nice night for a walk in San Francisco; I only needed a coat. We ate a bit. We sipped our drinks. And we talked about all the things worth loving like cities, books, men… and food. She gave me good… Continue reading On Feeding and Being Fed