Cayenne, cumin and spicy-sweet- this salad has got a kick. I made this for lunch one day when I got too lazy to make a salad dressing, and decided to just shake what I had right onto the spinach. I added the juice from a lime (or lemon will work), drizzled on some olive oil- and the spicy salad was born. Who says your spice selection is reserved for hot meals and dinnertime? Continue reading “Spicy spinach salad with feta, jalapeno & black beans”
Deciding what to do with your life is a luxury. If you happen to have this luxury, then read this post. If you don’t have this luxury, I hope and pray that you will someday, and please, still read this post. Continue reading “Find your purpose: a roadmap”
Since fall doesn’t officially start until September 22nd, I’m celebrating the last days of summer by a) going for spontaneous morning swims (post-jog, fully clothed this morning), b) buying up all the summer fruit I can get my hands on (figs, nectarines, apricots) and c) lighting up my outdoor grill whenever I get a chance. Continue reading “Grilled nectarines with miso-coconut sugar glaze”
Tangier, Morocco is a city that can be a bit overwhelming to the average tourist. Built on the tip of North Africa closest to Spain- and as a result, ideal for shipping, tourism and shady transactions- it has a rich history of a swirl of people and goods. Once you’ve made the steep climb into the walled medina (old city) from the port, you’ll find yourself in a chaos of commerce: shop owners trying their best to sell you rugs, leather slippers and touristy knick knacks; candy vendors with glass cases of sticky almond nougat; Moroccan housemoms weighed down with plastic bags of tomatoes and cucumber; and of course, the lone entrepreneur offering you a cell phone at a discount price (read: it’s stolen).
Tangier, Morocco is a city that can be a bit overwhelming to the average tourist. Built on the tip of North Africa closest to Spain- and as a result, ideal for shipping, tourism and shady transactions- it has a rich history of a swirl of people and goods. Once you’ve made the steep climb into the walled medina (old city) from the port, you’ll find yourself in a chaos of commerce: shop owners trying their best to sell you rugs, leather slippers and touristy knick knacks; candy vendors with glass cases of sticky almond nougat; Moroccan housemoms weighed down with plastic bags of tomatoes and cucumber; and of course, the lone entrepreneur offering you a cell phone at a discount price (read: it’s stolen).
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