Food

Linnea Ashley on December 1st, 2009

The moon was full and for a time, hung low in the sky against pink wispy clouds, just out of reach of tall tree standing tall and lonely against the shorter green backdrop that surrounded it. But the moon is seldom still, and it rose in minutes, as if racing the darkness. And it hung […]

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Linnea Ashley on November 23rd, 2009

We took to Dimples immediately. Something about the broad smile that staked claim to his entire face and the deep dimples standing guard beside it. Yeah, the big smile and the generous laugh that followed almost anything we said or he did, laid a foundation for our budding friendship. Dimples is Liberian born and bred […]

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Linnea Ashley on November 16th, 2009

“Monrovia” “Gbarnga” “Monrovia”. Men yell out destinations they are sure our “otherness” is looking for. A sea of red-black faces stare through the heat. Children, clad in stained tattered tops or woolen footed pajamas, hide their faces, stare, or simply ignore the bustle and movement around them. I notice the noise less. Instead, the colors […]

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Linnea Ashley on November 9th, 2009

There was still no water today. The electricity flickered on for about seven minutes – just long enough to heat water for some paste tasting oatmeal – but that is little solace against the absence of water. I need to wash my hair. I really really need to wash my hair. Desperation is setting in […]

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Linnea Ashley on November 9th, 2009

After dinner BushDiva got the bright idea that was should crash the reception. By that point we had eaten and we were fairly certain the food had been served there, so Fancy called around to make sure it was ok and we were invited to join. Of course by that point, the party was winding […]

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Linnea Ashley on November 3rd, 2009

You’d think I’d have pulled it together by now. But I’m still in transition mode because everything is still pretty much in flux. A perfect example is today’s food intake: a piece of beef jerky, half a little baggy of plantain chips, and some water. At least that was the case for the first part […]

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Linnea Ashley on May 31st, 2009

cherry season is rough for me. it is an expensive season because i can easily eat my weight in them in a sitting or two. that is cost prohibitive. so instead, i stretch it out a few pounds at a time. today i erred on the side of caution. to much of an err as […]

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Linnea Ashley on November 30th, 2008

after the mile walk to the metro station in the cool morning, i was excited to see exactly what the metro would look like. transportation in various countries can be colorful. as efficient as south african khumbies are, they are a haphazard bunch of minivans typically held together with floss and a prayer. that said, […]

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Linnea Ashley on October 14th, 2007

that is a direct quote from one of my new friends. tonight i was supposed to hear an old friend do a reading at a lit event. my timing was off and i missed his reading but i hung out with him and some of his friends (he knows EVERYONE it seems) after the fact. […]

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Linnea Ashley on October 11th, 2007

ok…so i have to soften my stance on the tenderloin and food. there are a few places to buy groceries. they are small corner store type places with limited veggie selection (i don’t have a california reference for prices yet). that said, now i’m torn…mom and pop stores allow entrepreneurship within the community. at the […]

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