But it is also delicious.
Looking back, I see heaping plates of spicy, satisfying foods from every corner of the globe. We have our favorites by now. Each evening, I lose myself in the heady foods and aromas of kitchens that mix spices and ingredients in beautiful ways:
Tuesday: Eritrean
Wednesday: Italian
Thursday: Thai
Friday: Malaysian
Saturday: Japanese
Sunday: Latin American
Monday: I go home, full of warm feelings and wonderful food.
Daughters are ensconced in their new living quarters. Time to head back to Wisconsin. It will be salads and scrambled eggs again. Though not for long – in a couple of weeks I get to test my soon-new camera in a distant venue. But for now – home.
