Quiet, Quiet, Quiet

After our very exciting travel in the Galapagos, we are enjoying a very quiet month. Our garden is beautiful, thanks to frequent rain storms. I am cooking plain but tasty meals with foods from various markets and supermarkets.

I read one good travel and food article in a current New York Times: A Liberian Tour With Fork (and Fingers). The author writes: "Liberian food is my weakness. Hearty, spicy and influenced by the immigrants and settlers who have over the years made this tiny coastal country home, it incorporates the best of West African cooking with traditions from the American South"

I'm reading the endlessly long Les Miserables, having decided to follow up Anna Karenina (read on the long plane ride to Ecuador and on some of the quiet afternoons in the hotel) and Moby Dick (read when I returned from the trip). I don't like Victor Hugo as well as Tolstoy or Melville.

But it's all very quiet. And that's why I haven't posted any new thoughts on food.