No dessert, no passport
How I lost my Brazilian passport over chocolate Six tablespoons of powdered chocolate, one can of condensed milk, butter. You need three simple ingredients to prepare a Brazilian dessert that’s hard to spell in another language other than Portuguese: Brigadeiro. The...
When food is no fun
When food is no fun It happened to me a lot over the years. It doesn’t matter if you are heading from Grand Central Station to the suburbs, if you are on the Acela going to DC, or on the New Jersey line. Somebody carrying a bag or container with food sits right...
London, five hours in Planet Bowie (to read while listening to “Heroes”)
July, 2013. I was in Thomastown, Ireland, a tiny quiet village where my in-laws live. David Bowie Is, the exhibit recounting all Bowie’s life and career, was drawing crowds in London beyond the million marks. One morning I was taking a walk in the countryside, Aladin...
The Perfect Cappuccino
Many years ago, in Perugia, I had a literature teacher, Mrs. Finocchi, who used to bark about cappuccino in every class: “The only cappuccino I drink in this town is from Sandri Bar. They are decent enough to use fresh milk. In Rome they don’t dare prepare a...
The Path
One block. That is the distance between Berder Island and the mainland in Brittany. You can cross by foot in five minutes, but you have to come back before the tide rises over the short path. I drove every morning from the house to the Boulangerie in Larmour-Baden...
