by Ron Berezan
04.10.2012
As a child of the sixties, I can’t help but have this strange compulsion to want to “get back to the land” – that is, to run away from everything that annoys me about city life and embrace that elusive Shangri-la lying somewhere out beyond the suburbs. I know I am not alone in this [...]
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by Ron Berezan
03.07.2012
I love food. I love good food. I love eating good food with other people who love eating good food. It’s genetic, I think, Or maybe it was the countless three hour dinners that were the staple of my childhood – stuffed into my Baba’s dining room with my extended Ukrainian family around a long [...]
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