Stepping into a fish market will always prove to be somewhat of a time machine. No matter where I’ve lived or traveled, the fish market is always loud, as loud as crashing waves that pound the sand on the beach with fury. The voices of men that can carry for miles and, that, realistically, do not need to be that loud in a small store. Salumeria’s work the same way. I think men who play with fish and meat are in a similar club, lots of bravado, knife skills and the moving of heavy protein, objects and machinery. I’m kind of also really into it. Men who cook and use their hands.
Read MoreRoasting a sweet potato brings out its deep coloring and its candy like, caramel like syrup. The residue left on the foil after its bake is tacky to the touch; a sweet syrup that is only revealed when it is properly loved. Yesterday’s roasted sweet potatoes became tonights veggie taco dinner with an egg on top. The sweet potato, much like me, is simply awaiting proper love and care.
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