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Current ArticlesThis feed's current articles are shown below. Subscribe for updates to all the content available in this feed, or click through here to see the original article.  Take a red chicory and an endive and tight, slice them thinly toss into a salad bowl and invite a cup of cooked rice, scatter a handful of pomegranate seeds, half of a freshly cooked beet (the other half will come later), hearty handful of sprouted beans, sprinkle a couple of teaspoons of brewers yeast, of course some capers to add some tang to... Read the whole entry... »
 Ciel sits high above Marseille, a rooftop surprise in the middle of the city. At the top of the highest building, the view opens wide—over the rooftops, toward the Old Port, and across to Notre-Dame de la Garde watching over it all. We went last evening with our friend Philippe, who kindly invited us, and it turned into one of those... Read the whole entry... »
 Long tables stretch
plates touching, stories crossing hands. Fences fade returning to earth, for foot steps to meet.
paths opening where barriers once stood. A place where every chair holds place
where hunger meets its answer in shared bread,
where voices gather and rise together. As Callie Colles wrote, “…bigger tables... Read the whole entry... »
 The dandelions, bright yellow against the gray sky — faithful wildflowers leading the path to spring, often overlooked, and yet so welcoming. Am I as faithful on my path as the wildflowers are in spring? Rain or shine, without fanfare, no praise, a continuous invite to whatever comes my way. 
 Cherry tomatoes are out of season. We all know that. But then there are greenhouses… In a large terra-cotta dish that I found at the brocante.
Add about a pound of cherry tomatoes.
Whole. Uncut.
Nestled side by side— no stacking, single layer. Six cloves of garlic, roughly chopped.
A good handful of capers, pinenuts, and
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 The first time I saw one of those rabbits at the brocante, I smiled wide with delight. I nearly tripped over myself reaching for it, as if someone else might snatch it away in that very second. Never mind that it was meant for pâté de lapin… and I am a vegetarian. That didn’t matter. What I saw—what I felt—was Easter. Soft spring... Read the whole entry... »
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