One thing I miss about the States is my mailbox. There is something magical about opening up a little black door and having a handful of letters (okay mostly junk mail, but still) with your name on it. I don't have a mailbox in my host country. But, every now and then, a man on a motorcycle will pull up to the gate, yell an unintelligible phrase and hand me a yellow slip of paper. Oh, what a happy day that is!
Read MoreWow, Sancho. That is some deep stuff. I don’t if the rolls can quell your deepest sorrows, but they can make dinner time easier and tasty.
I am asked regularly if my kids eat rice. Yes, my kids eat rice. Yes, they eat it almost everyday. Folks around here are often surprised by this information because they are under the impression that we, Americans, eat nothing but bread and cheese. As much as I wish that was true, it is not. Cheese is expensive. Tasty homemade bread is a forward thinking process. Start in the morning to have bread by dinner.
Read More