Ca L’ Isidre

The guidebook said that “this is usually everybody’s favorite restaurant”. I knew that was almost always a give a way for a place I’d dislike. It also said, “when the King of Spain had one place to dine amongst the commoners, he chose this establishment”. Strike two. We entered Ca L’ Isidre…

Miami. A Poem for Her

Miami. You and I meet each daybreak with Café con Leche and a vow of silence. We are old Lovers who became old Friends too. You and this dark brew fire my engines as I conjure the next recipe I dedicate to life lived in your warm arms… of so many, many…

On Fusion Cooking

“The fires of fusion are coming.” —Norman Van Aken, On Fusion Cooking 1988 Thirty years ago I wrote the words above sitting in a small, unpainted wooden building in Key West, our southernmost of the contiguous forty-eight states. The building had most recently housed a woman’s hair parlor. It was a perfect…

Father’s Day, Rolling Along

The small, neat houses of Little Haiti, the colors of pastel tropical ice creams, A visitor on a 2-wheeled conveyance rolls along. It is Sunday. Father’s Day. Morning. A Triple Blessing. An elderly man in black, stern clothing, ancient Preacher’s cap, graying Fu Manchu marches past the ‘Little Haiti Hardware and Lumber’…

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