Preserving lemons: a Moroccan jar on the shelf
The first jar I remember was on a low shelf in a house in the Marrakesh medina, in a quiet room off...
Old kitchen wisdom, food preparation traditions, fermentation, slow cooking, and cultural meals from around the world.
The first jar I remember was on a low shelf in a house in the Marrakesh medina, in a quiet room off...
In my aunt's kitchen in Pune there is a black cast iron kadai that has been in the house since before I...
In my grandmother's house in Kyoto, the rice was washed for the next day's dinner before she went to bed. She would...
My grandmother carried a small knife in her apron pocket from spring until late autumn. It was not for the kitchen. It...
The glass jar sat on the kitchen windowsill in Pune, on its side, with a piece of muslin held over the mouth...
The first time I had breakfast in a friend's house in Beirut, I was fifteen. Her mother set out a low round...
In my parents' apartment in Bologna, the kitchen has a small round table that seats four comfortably and six with some shuffling...
In Bangalore, my mother sets a small earthenware pot on the kitchen counter every evening before bed. Warm milk goes in, a...
The bowl sat on the kitchen counter all night, covered with a damp cloth, gathering itself in the cool of the room....
From the train between Nara and Kyoto in late autumn, you sometimes see them on the roof tiles of older houses: small...
My aunt Latifa, in a small town outside Tunis, kept a wooden shelf above the kitchen window that received sun from late...
The sound came from the kitchen before dawn. A wooden rod knocking softly against the inside of a tall clay pot. Not...