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March 30, 2012
how radishing
The majority of families don’t “do” radishes but mine historically has and does. At six, I carried the nickname – my first, last and only as far as I know – “Miss Radishes” for the color of my once rosy cheeks and maybe for the fact that I hosted such a garden in the hopes that Peter Rabbit would make an appearance.
July 23, 2013
A Christian Disciple
Words by Andrea Goto Photography by Chia Chong Artwork by katherine sandoz I was planning on a nice afternoon buzz. What I got was an existential lesson in wine tasting—minus […]
June 21, 2012
Spanish Style Rioja Potatoes
The only thing I brought home from my first trip to Spain was an after-shave drenched love letter and the biggest can of Pimenton (smoked paprika) I could fit in my backpack. I still have the can that held the Pimenton. It’s long since been empty of spice, but safe inside is the first, last and only love letter I received from my Spanish admirer. The scent of the after-shave has been replaced with a smokey memory.
