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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B is For Bread
Posted in Baking, Cooking, Culture, Expat, Favorite things, Food, Honduras, Life, Memories, NaBloPoMo, Recipes, tagged Baleadas, Cooking, Expat, Flatbread, Food, Honduras, Tortillas de Harina on November 12, 2009 | 2 Comments »
A is for My Daughter
Posted in Children, Family, Life, Memories, Motherhood, NaBloPoMo, Parenting, tagged Children, Family, Life, Motherhood, NaBloPoMo on November 2, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
My little girl’s name begins with an A. She is a five-year-old bundle of energy, a smart, inquisitive child, with a strong temper and a will of her own, but also with a tender, surprisingly vulnerable side.
She has become a little lady, tall and slim, with dark, glossy hair that is never long enough. Her [...]
A birthday wish
Posted in About me, Expat, Family, Favorite things, Life, Memories, Roots, tagged birthday wish, Expat, lullaby, three tenors on October 26, 2008 | 2 Comments »
Yesterday was my mother’s birthday, and as I sit here thousands of miles away, I wish I could be near her. I wish I could simply open a door, or turn my head and see her, hug her and breathe her smell, that delicate mixture of face powder and perfume that always seemed to surround her.
I [...]
Miss Lucy
Posted in Honduras, Life, Memories, NaBloPoMo, tagged Life, Memories, NaBloPoMo on November 27, 2007 | 2 Comments »
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 [...]
My scrapbook
Posted in About me, Favorite things, Life, Memories, NaBloPoMo on November 12, 2007 | 3 Comments »
I found my old scrapbook the other day. It is plain, without the fancy paper and the handmade embellishments that I’ve seen people who are craftier than I do, but it holds many memories that are very meaningful to me.
There’s the tassel from the cap I wore for my college graduation; my first student ID card, [...]
A month of Sundays
Posted in About me, Family, Life, Memories, NaBloPoMo, Roots, tagged breakfast, childhood, grateful, Memories on November 4, 2007 | 1 Comment »
Sundays are my pyjama days. They feel like a big fluffy blanket that soothes away my cares and warms my tired heart. They are lazy, cake-in-the-afternoon kind of days, and here at home the only things missing are a green landscape and a hammock gently swaying in the breeze.
I have golden memories of Sundays past. My mother always cooked large, [...]
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