I felt as if my consciousness had suddenly reappeared back in my own body. In the exact moment from which it had been plucked days, or perhaps years before. In between? I had no idea.
tonight it’s still hot, and the storm that lurks on the horizon right now simply broods, unable to decide if it will unleash or merely sulk, we choose to stick with summer weight dinner of a terrine de Campagne
Balance and how to be prepared for the wine decisions of the future, by studying Mexican cuisine now.
Sights from a decade and a half ago in Buenos Aires, specifically the Caballito area, before returning to Manhattan in 2019.
Tradition, Terroir, and Rieslings: Why Dirt Matters—wine and food grow up together
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