Aware of the extreme difficulty of finding good bread in the UK, your breadhound set out, 5 years ago, to develop the ultimate sourdough. This is the result of his quest so far.
Varanasi, where are hats, ghats and goats, where Indians come to pray and widows to die.
My last day in Delhi: balls, babies and other small matters of life and death.
‘One time, on his twenty-first birthday, one of my three adopted sons, who was about to leave for the Peace Corps in the Amazon Rain Forest, said to me, “You know–you’ve never hugged me.” So I hugged him. We hugged each other. It was like rolling around on a rug with a Great Dane we used to have.’
Some fates you hope to be spared …