Meanwhile, Back In The Kitchen

The small, emerald padrón peppers available last week at the vendor’s stand are gone, so instead I scoop up two big handfuls of pale green, slightly wrinkled guandilla (guindilla) peppers and place them into a bag. I adore these slim, elongated chiles that in their immature green stage have a very mild pungency. They remind me


Betwixt and Between: Passages in a Nomadic Life

A few weeks ago, while my family was here visiting, the small bird’s nest—empty and hanging precariously by a few threads of dry grass—just out of reach in the poinciana tree, fell to the lawn. Outside in my barefoot ritual to greet the morning, discovering it had fallen in the night, I picked up the