Tattooed by Love: Food Poetry on Exhibit

Nails in hand, hammer in the other we assess the long wall along the Abbey Coffeehouse, already pocked with the absence of previous nails.¬†Along the muted grey hallway, we measured and marked, then hammered and nailed up the Cranberry Lassi Food Poem. The day started long and lazy, dead center of Independence Day weekend. We… Continue reading Tattooed by Love: Food Poetry on Exhibit