Author: Alexandra Thompson

Picture this: I’m haggling over a basket of emerald‑green asparagus in a tiny mountain market in the Azores, the salty…

I was elbow‑deep in butter, the scent of caramelizing onions curling around the copper pots of a tiny bistro in…

I was crouched on a stone floor in a tiny kitchen in the highlands of Oaxaca, the air thick with…

In the heat of a Delhi monsoon, I was huddled over a rusted copper pot, the steam curling like a…

In the middle of a bustling market in Oaxaca, I found myself hunched over a battered wooden table, a half‑peeled…

Imagine me, a former diplomat, juggling a simmering pot of lentil soup while a toddler tugs at my sleeve, the…

I’ve spent countless evenings in cramped kitchen corners—from a flat in London’s Camden to a shared balcony in New Delhi—pondering why…

I was crouched on a sun‑splashed balcony in a narrow Marrakech riad, the scent of cumin and mint swirling around…

I was perched on a rickety wooden bench in a high‑altitude tea house in Ladakh, the wind tugging at my…

I still remember the first time I stood in a narrow alley of Kochi’s spice market, the sun beating down…