Food For Thought
The fryer sizzles, the plastic checkered tablecloths stick to your forearms and food smells and chatter fill the air. Your waitress arrives with that Reuben you’ve been craving all week … Continue reading Food For Thought
A witchy expat cyclist living in nowhere Italy teaching Chinese children in China.
The fryer sizzles, the plastic checkered tablecloths stick to your forearms and food smells and chatter fill the air. Your waitress arrives with that Reuben you’ve been craving all week … Continue reading Food For Thought