For me, food has long created sparkle when what surrounded me was dim.  This snapshot of my journey is delicious and sorrowful, heavy yet liberating.  And I hope that sharing it gives you the vivacity to create your own recipe.

Seeding Joy 

In Uniform 

Wet Paper 

Wet Paper Dries 

Just a Pinch 

Fabricating Delicious 

Spectators 

Mother Sauces

Practically Speaking 

To the Letter

Abundance 

Thankfully Undefined  

Calculus 

Reflections 

Weathered  

Little Hands 

Layered   

Passing By

Like Watercolor  

Invisible  

Ripple 

Listen  

Glitter  

In Saturated Hues 

Rooted

 

 

 

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