Fernweh for food

“The limits of my language are the limits of my world,” Wittgenstein once said. Now that my mouth is watering I understand his struggle. I am looking for the culinary equivalent for the German ‘fernweh’, the ache for distant places. What  I need now is a word for being homesick for a specific food, for the ache for…

Time fries

Three years. Three months. Not more than a couple of days. That’s how long it’s been since I signed the lease on a tiny little attic apartment in big bold Brussels. My soon to be home didn’t have central heating but it did have zebra printed bathroom walls so that was that. Moreover, it was…