Wednesday, November 04, 2015

Move Within

By Rumi

Keep walking, though there's no place to get to.
Don't try to see through the distances.
That's not for human beings. Move within,
but don't move the way fear makes you move.

Thursday, August 20, 2015


What to do with overproofed, yeasty, ethanoly dough? Don't throw it out, as I was about to. Solution: make flatbreads and pizzas.

Surprisingly, I hardly tasted the pungent yeast. With some garlicky hummus, no one will ever notice.

Finally, used the frozen leftover raclette cheese that was in the freezer for over a year! Here's a healthier (not really?!), vegged up version of a tartiflette.

Wednesday, August 19, 2015


Craving chinese milk bread, aka hokkaido bread aka pain brioche, I made my homemade "lactation" version adding a generous amount of flax seed and brewer's yeast. So delicious #crackbread!

My sun

Two months later and I'm finally posting our beautiful news. Born on June 19th, (20.5 inches / 7lbs 12oz) at the UCSF Benioff Hospital in San Francisco, he has toes and feet so soft like his papa, little hairy ears I can't stop touching, a mini mohawk any san franciscan hipster would be proud of, cute hiccups I know too well from early mornings when he was in my belly and plump cheeks of apples, I want to kiss all day!

Meet Luca Xan Brehaut. 

Luca has an Italian name because 11 months ago we were in Venice where everywhere I turned, there were creatures mating (cats, pigeons, horses - was the universe conspiring!?) His middle name is Xan (pronounced “Zan”) after my maternal grandfather. A yogi and healer, grandpa Xan loved animals. Legend as it that one day in the market, grandpa saw a large turtle chained at the neck. He took it home, healed it with special herbs and released it into the Phnom Penh river.

Already smiling and cooing, Luca's droolie kisses are the best part of my day.

Saturday, February 14, 2015


by Adrienne Rich

Living in the earth-deposits of our history

Today a backhoe divulged out of a crumbling flank of earth
one bottle amber perfect a hundred-year-old
cure for fever or melancholy a tonic
for living on this earth in the winters of this climate

Today I was reading about Marie Curie:
she must have known she suffered from radiation sickness
her body bombarded for years by the element
she had purified
It seems she denied to the end
the source of the cataracts on her eyes
the cracked and suppurating skin of her finger-ends
till she could no longer hold a test-tube or a pencil

She died a famous woman denying
her wounds
her wounds came from the same source as her power


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