Each time I take a vacation I promise myself that I "won't work" and then, at a certain point, I remember that my work is about food, which means life, which means that in a sense, I am always working. With every bite, every inhale and exhale. And blissfully.
So it was when I traveled to Turkey this month. As I write this, I'm still fighting jet-lag and finding bits of pistachio in my pockets.