January 6, 2016
Ras el hangout and piri piri, dukkah and svaneti, za'atar and ayam... I inhale deeply, a heady mix of magic that comes from the earth. Who figured out that that this dried seed, crushed with those dried berries, and blended with just a bit of that pod and that leaf, could make food taste so delicious? I crave it more than candy, every color and scent, I want the yellow and the pink, that deep rusty brown and dull olive green, and some of what's in each of those prosaic white plastic buckets. Heaven is just a lifted lid away.