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Home is In The Heart
“There must be another life, she thought, sinking back into her chair, exasperated….There must be another life, here and now, she repeated. This is too short, too broken. We know nothing, even about ourselves.”
― Virginia Woolf
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…I knew French gastronomy was special, but as it has turned out, I really had no idea…
I have realized that the French have an inherent understanding of food, of flavors, of the ways to combine ingredients in harmonious ways, maybe due to the centuries of evolution of their sense of taste, developing in parallel with their history, their geography, their agriculture and their own developing palates…
….Sometimes they were little things but still revelations to me, for example the time when I used up almost all of the ketchup from a bottle. I was going to add a little water to loosen up the remaining bits to be able to coax them out of the bottle. A French friend of mine just went ahead and added a little bit of vinegar instead, thus not diluting but actually enhancing the taste of the ketchup. He was a young guy, my age, but he already knew….
— Alexandra Hon
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“Home wasn’t a set house, or a single town on a map. It was wherever the people who loved you were, whenever you were together. Not a place, but a…
