Fresh garlic from a farmer’s market can be found in Lesya’s kitchen, next to the bundles of dried herbs from her garden. I pluck an entire head to roast, for the mushroom risotto I will make for her, a smell she’ll be able to savour as she comes home, weary from a day’s teaching….
“When you fall in love, recognize it as impermanence and let that intensify its preciousness.” –Pema Chodron We had only been dating for a week. I invited her for dinner: I had the reckless desire to feed her a delicious, sensual meal. The day before, I sent her an email, asking her, as I…
As a child, I loved to watch my mother’s face when she ordered coffee in a restaurant. When the steaming cup arrived, she’d frown, blow on it suspiciously. The suspense was unbearable. She’d take a first, dainty sip. Then she’d sigh, deeply, sensually. Dobra kava, she’d say – good coffee. I’d sigh too, with…