Author: Alexandra Thompson

I was halfway through a bustling street‑food market in Kathmandu, the scent of cumin and fresh cilantro swirling around me,…

Imagine me, sleeves rolled up, standing on a narrow wooden countertop in a high‑altitude guesthouse in the Himalayas, the scent…

I was standing in a cramped kitchen on a rain‑soaked night in Kathmandu, the scent of cumin and fresh cilantro…

The first time I stepped into a bustling rooftop kitchen in a remote Andean village, the air was thick with…

I was standing in a cramped kitchen on the edge of a bustling night market in Chiang Mai, watching a local…

I was crouched on the cracked balcony of a wind‑blown hostel in the Altiplano of Bolivia, the sun already a…

I was standing on a breezy rooftop garden in Marrakech, the air thick with the scent of cumin and ripe…

I was crouched on a weather‑worn wooden stool in a night‑market stall in Chiang Mai, the aroma of lemongrass and chilies…

I was halfway through a bustling night market in Chiang Mai, the air thick with lemongrass and the chatter of vendors,…

Everyone swears that spring vegetables cooking is limited to airy salads and fleeting garnish, as if the season’s bounty were…