Category Archives: Breaking Bread

…feast of simple dishes from the Middle East region

Farewell Leo’s Place, hello Harvard Square Mall

Posted on December 31, 2013 by Taline Voskeritchian

~~Yesterday at around 3:00 in the afternoon, Leo’s Place, which was opened in the late 1940s, closed its doors. One of the few remaining establishments of old Harvard Square before the sharks of globalization started buying the Square up in … Continue reading →

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It’s spring, time for Tabboulé (my darling)

Posted on May 22, 2013 by Taline Voskeritchian

  Is there anyone in this multicultural world of ours who has not heard of, consumed, or tried to make a good tabboulé? (The pronunciation is important: A double “b” and an “eh” sound at the end and not “taboulee” … Continue reading →

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Walking away from the North End, to the sea

Posted on June 15, 2012 by Taline Voskeritchian

It’s good, actually, that there are so few visitor parking spots in our city’s North End, especially on a cool, beautiful night like tonight, when the sky is clear, the wind crisp, a bit salty.  We parked our car quite … Continue reading →

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Breaking Bread: Isabelle’s offerings at Marché Malakoff, Paris

Posted on April 29, 2012 by Taline Voskeritchian

It’s been a while since I put up a post about food. There are reasons for this silence, serious reasons which have nothing to do with an aging stomach and more with our obsession with food–its excess but also its … Continue reading →

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Breaking bread: Ariadne’s Pears, poached in wine, with spices

Posted on November 27, 2011 by Taline Voskeritchian

Saturday: In the afterglow of Thanksgiving dinner, now that everyone is gone, the table is back to its normal size, and the house is relatively quiet, we finished the last remnants of the pears soaked in a wine-sugar syrup.  I … Continue reading →

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Small joys: vanishing peaches

Posted on October 1, 2011 by Taline Voskeritchian

Our summer is coming to an end; the peaches are making their quiet exit from the farm stands and the farmers’ markets and the grocery stores.  The other day, at my local Whole Foods, I looked in vain for white … Continue reading →

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Meditation (subverted) on Lucca olives…

Posted on June 16, 2011 by Taline Voskeritchian

I thought when I sat down to write this post that it was going to be another Paris morning–the wild traffic outside, the mad rush of pedestrians, the  greying of the skies. But it did not happen that way.  Be … Continue reading →

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Meditation on Apple Pie

Posted on January 23, 2011 by Taline Voskeritchian

The festivities have ended. The Christmas trees are gone, the decorations put away, the resolutions made and, most likely broken in secret.  But more than any of these things, we have begun our collective, national dessert-diss.  Those delectable things we … Continue reading →

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Oh, Anthony Bourdain, your Venice is nothing like mine!

Posted on January 18, 2011 by Taline Voskeritchian

Over Christmas break, I heeded the urgings of the younger set and promised them to watch what I was told is one of the best travel programs on television: Anthony Bourdain’s No Reservations.  Last night, Bourdain was in Venice, a … Continue reading →

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From my Files: Watertown

Posted on January 10, 2011 by Taline Voskeritchian

[This essay appeared originally in the summer 1998 issue of Ararat.  Some of the material is dated. Some Watertown shops have changed (and changed hands or folded) since then.  Arax Market itself has moved to a bigger location which is only a … Continue reading →

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