I’ve never fancied Banana breads or muffins. Never courted them, craved them or sought them out in a crowd. Not when I was young and my Liberian-American aunt made it with Rice Flour. I just couldn’t imagine how over-ripe bananas could morph into something glowing…. till I met my friend, S. Kids obey you parents and […]
A few months ago, I came across an ad in newsletter about a TV station looking for expats to talk about their life in the Netherlands while cooking a meal from their homeland. Since I haven’t gotten on Masterchef … yet, I figured TV West was my best shot at fame and so I leapt […]
This post is about Mustard. Paris and Mustard. What’s the link? Paris.