Think of an orange. The bright, pebbly skin. The sweet, juicy insides. Oranges pair well with foods like chocolate, toast and vodka. But, how about with mozzarella? Or tomato? Olive oil and capers? Garlic and red onion? Absolutely. Do not be fooled by its breakfast and sweet persona. Oranges play well with more savory items also. In Sicily, from where a portion of my ancestors hail, oranges are used in salads with lettuce and shaved fennel. Since that salad is delicious, we decided to change it a bit. My mom has the best food ideas. There are many times where we sit around and talk about different recipes. This recipe is one of them. Take a Caperese Salad. All it is is sliced fresh mozzarella, tomato slices, fresh basil, and a drizzle of olive oil. Now let’s look at our more Sicilian version: Sure we have slices of fresh mozzarella and tomato. But we also have sliced red onion, black and green olives, sliced garlic, and slices of supremed cara cara oranges. ...
Pain has been my constant companion for almost a year. Like a character in an adventure novel, life keeps throwing obstacles at me. Since the release of Hope (The World In-between 5), both my parents passed away and I got divorced. As I have been healing emotionally, my body has been going the opposite direction. Specifically, my back. I am under doctors’ care, and I have seen a reduction in pain. However, my journey is far from over. Perhaps it would be best to explain how I got here. Back pain seems to have been a steady thing for me for years. I always thought it was my stress residing in my back muscles. My back was so bad last year that my boyfriend got me a massage for my birthday. It was glorious. Then, a month or so later, the pain started to return. Not just in my shoulders, but in my lower back as well. After a couple more massages, I decided that I needed to do more for my back. I started yoga. I love yog...
A look up the beach Approaching Hispaniola, the second largest island of the Greater Antilles shared by the nations of Haiti and the Dominican Republic, by air, we get our first glance at the lush green mountains that give way to lush flatlands. Farmland backs into cities. We lose sight of the ocean as the plane descends. The Punta Cana International Airport promises us a magical tropical stay. As we walk under its palm frond roof to stand in line at customs, air conditioning is relatively non-existent. The baggage carousel is mostly open-air as the walls don’t reach the roof. I, however, am more concerned with my bag not taking the ride yet. Once it finally showed, we rolled our bags to the shuttle that would take us to our resort. From the airport to the resort, our shuttle drove past beautiful new construction and crumbling shacks. Tropical trees turned into shopping centers. Gates to private communities and sprawling resorts sat...
Nice interview...congratulations.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much.
ReplyDelete