Food Art: Day 22

Every once in a while, this Covid-19 thing brings back flashes of Nicaragua, where I spent a good part of three years between 1983 and 1986, first as a cotton- and coffee-picking brigadista (that’s me with the shovel on latrine […]

Then, after many months of confinement, the world started to slowly move once again. At first reticently, fear reigned. We found it hard to remember what life had been like before. Had we really taken that holiday at the beginning […]

This morning I really wanted to dispatch some good news. Because as of yesterday, the number of new cases in Spain seemed to be leveling off. This would indicate that just past two weeks into lockdown, we were approaching the […]