B is For Bread

I have tasted fancy dishes and eaten at fine restaurants many times in my life. I have sampled the strange and unfamiliar. I have found fresh favorites and discovered new ingredients, but nothing tastes so delicious to me as the flatbread I ate as a child.
Tortillas de harina, a bread made out of wheat flour and enriched [...]

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Miss Lucy

I had a French tutor when I was 12. She was a Frenchwoman in her sixties who had settled in our town. Her name was Miss Lucy, and she was a famous oddity.
She lived a block away from my grandmother’s house, and she could be seen walking in the afternoon with her faded red umbrella [...]

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A fading photograph

My Honduras vacation is over, and for the past week I have immersed myself in domesticity, as I try to bring my house back to order. I have slowly attacked the omnipresent dust that finds its way to every surface. I have named Pakistani dust cosmic dust. It has supernatural powers, because it can crawl inside a narrow groove, a [...]

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Blue sky and fried fish

The other day my cousin, my little girl and I made the twenty-minute trip to Omoa, the little village where the Fort of San Fernando de Omoa is located. The sky was blue and the mountains green, and they were more beautiful than I remembered.

 
 
 
From the fort we went for a walk on the beach…

and had a delicious [...]

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