The Western diplomat cuts two lines of cocaine on his iPhone and snorts them with a 100 rupee bill.
“Pure Colombian,” he says. “Don’t be shy.”
I shake my head.
“A bit of jet lag I expect?” he says glancing...
Just as a bottle of wine is enhanced by knowledge of its production and provenance, food is enriched by a sustained meditation on the life it once was and a reverence for all the work that brought it to the table.
Who will plaityour hair, sister,who will clean the matterfrom your eyes,
This song came from me—my breath formed this sound,full of groove and hope,
