Breathing Curiosity
Somewhat obscure, cloudy, is the childhood memory of a sweet dish which was always served in accompaniment, never as a piece for focus. The inner skin of grapefruits (oranges or limes, too) would be cocked for hours with spices and sugar, until it became syrup. Another memory is of a more common, children’s joy, namely,… Continue reading Childhood outside the box
Olive oil, pumpkin seed oil, and garlic. A common childhood breakfast was a couple of tablespoons of olive oil, some minced or chopped garlic, and whole wheat toast dipped on it. In Vienna I discovered great coffee, great pastries, great opera, great humor, great wine, and the absolutely amazing pumpkin seed oil from the Styria… Continue reading An updated childhood memory
Sila Blume 