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Monday, August 12, 2013. I have moved my blog over to Wordpress! All my posts have been migrated, so I suggest you come and check it out! This blog will remain up though, for posterity mostly. Friday, August 9, 2013. Oh Hestia, you noble hearth. I bear my breast to you. From your heat sweat drips down my brow. A trickle down my eyes, burning them. Down my neck, preferring to rest on my collar bone. Till a movement I make. This hearth I tend not for me.

August 19, 2011 by lsergie. On a hot August afternoon, I was in the kitchen planning a Ramadan. The act of preparing a dish is as much about memory as tasting it. My personal memories involve making. Although this tradition stems from my paternal Turkish great-grandmother, the top. Chef in my family is my mother. Begins with a silent prayer, as parched lips touch the glass of precious water and taste the sweetness of a date. Contrary to popular belief,. Is not about the quantity .

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