Coffee
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A Bay Leaf reinterpreted
I grew up in a Cuban-Puerto Rican household, where bay leaves are ever present, although they always seem to appear in large pots, seemingly lost, somewhat irrelevant in their unimpressive dark hues, yet resilient in maintaining their shape through hours in oils on the hearth, swimming obstructed by a variety of bones, chunks, and beans…
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A 1/5 Breakfast
Some like security. I like an unpredictable balance. At times many days preparing the same, other times going for the widest spectrum. That could be a warm soup to begin the day; it might be rolled oats with apple juice; other days bacon on toast; it may be my homemade cornbread. Today it was firstly…
Sila Blume 