Salad City

The options were intolerable. Few in number were the days of Sloppy Joes and overcooked, sticky, yet surprisingly delicious mac-and-cheese; frozen turkey sandwiches and brownish-greyish hamburgers were only some of the choices of “slop” that mimicked food we were given that summer. For most pre-teen girls, summer camp was a period of time that housed…

Open The Flood Gates

It’s kind of like Pamplona: the gates swing open… and ready, set, bull! Cooking, for me, is like opening the gates of something packed-with-action: the beginning and middle are irresolute, yet, somehow, the finale brings happiness to all spectators and participators; it leaves people adamantly wanting more. As with all other tasks or challenges in life, I abandon any traces of fear before…