Seaside view from the Galle Face Hotel, Colombo, before the tsunami
Exactly five years ago, on the morning after Christmas, an earthquake struck off the coast of Sumatra. With a magnitude surpassing 9.1, it was one of the mightiest quakes on record. It spurred a series of tsunamis . . . → Ramble More: Remembering the Tsunami: Part II
Khao Lak, Thailand, January 2005
Exactly five years ago, on the morning after Christmas, an earthquake struck off the coast of Sumatra. With a magnitude surpassing 9.1, it was one of the mightiest quakes on record. It spurred a series of tsunamis that devastated parts of Asia and Africa, . . . → Ramble More: Remembering the Tsunami: Part I
Ever hear a sandhill crane directly overhead? The voice is a warble with a prehistoric ring, the wings a primordial whooosh. These are sounds in evidence of lifecycles that have endured far longer than we.
The birds visit New Mexico each year in an ancient ritual that maps their lives from the . . . → Ramble More: These Old Waters that Feed
A cool afternoon tea in a remodeled stone home at Castleton, Derbyshire.
When Condé Nast shuttered Gourmet last month, the move actually opened a drawerful of opportunity for me—entire files and folders of material left undone, unpublished, unseen by readers. As with any magazine, articles and ideas get stashed in . . . → Ramble More: 32 Hours in Derbyshire
Our week has ended, the group has returned home to Yangon, and here I sit in the Denver airport. I’m bringing my parents to New Mexico for a few days, but we ended up on separate flights, and mine is delayed. They should be touching down in ABQ as I wait another . . . → Ramble More: One Tent, Two Bikes, a Basket of Blackberries and Lots of Fun
This has nothing to do with food but everything to do with majesty, the sort of grandeur we find when faced with nature at its most powerful. Gaze upon an active volcano, and you will feel it.
After 400 years of dormancy, Arenal awoke on July 29, 1968, in a . . . → Ramble More: The Many Faces of Arenal
I have to tell you about the ants. The other day, I sat on our back stoop using my favorite Thai granite mortar and pestle (like this) to pound a few dried chickpeas into powder (which is a pain in the ARSE…. but that’s another topic). A couple of chickpeas went flying, . . . → Ramble More: The Ant and the Chickpea
… lives on our neighbors’ farm and she looks like THIS:
It was her first appearance of the season. And as if that weren’t enough, we split her open to taste her hulless seeds:
Surprisingly sweet and tasty they are, fresh and fruit-like. But Farmer Jon says her flesh . . . → Ramble More: Lady Godiva….
I’m getting behind in my Rosi posts, and this one is out of order. But I wanted to write this now, to give you right now a glimpse of Laura Kelley’s fabulous new cookbook, The Silk Road Gourmet (available soon through Amazon and Barnes & Noble; have a look at . . . → Ramble More: The Rosi Recipes #3: A Silk Road Gourmet Meal
Weird, I might be. But I’ve always found something lovely about the food scraps that end up in the metal bin that sits on our counter until we dump the contents into our vast compost pile beneath the New Mexican sun. I love the blood-red ooze of beet scraps, the . . . → Ramble More: Artistic Decay