Mine is a love story that begins in the soft flabby arms of my nanny, Esperanza Dela Cruz.
“The tectonic layers of our lives rest so tightly one on top of the other that we always come up against earlier events in later ones, not as a matter that has been fully formed and pushed aside, but absolutely present and alive. I understand this. . .
How to make fresh homemade pasta by hand using your sourdough discard.
“It smells like The States!” We screamed as we ripped the tape off the large box that arrived via freight. Inside we hoped to find