On a toasty summer day, I run to our local Asian grocery store in Amherst, Massachusetts with only one thought on my mind — I have to get tamarind sauce and taste that strong, tangy flavor.
Hummus and salsa, chips and pitas, olives to cranberries, yams to sweetness — oh, what delight from such bounteous platters. Chimes of the hour with music to sound, singers, instrumentalists, all gather ’round…
Another Thanksgiving is in the books. The kitchen is all in disarray, and we all pitch in to clean. We’ll all see each other another day, but this evening was about more than just cuisine.