This page. Takes my breath away. It speaks of lands unknown and family far away. Of Annie’s history and her holding on. Of her kindness and her joy. It speaks of what can happen over a hot cup of chai.
i met them as i have met so many… over a hot cup of chai stephane and antoine there was something about the way they moved the clothes they wore that i knew they were not from here when i asked where they were from “france” was their answer when i asked why they were […]
it has been almost eight months since i began my residency and “chai at the pfister” it was may 28, 2019 when i made chai in the pfister’s executive kitchen for the first time… every one was a first timer on that day but since then, many of those first timers have become regulars i […]
It is a quiet night here at the hotel. There are just a few of us gathered. Kelly, Kami and Steve behind the bar, a retired Milwaukee police officer shot in the line of duty and now happy father of baby triplets, and Perry at the piano filling the lobby with the sweet sound of […]
In slow motion, I watched as it all came crashing down. The in-room dining cart and tea urn on its side. Broken cups, broken plates and 30 cups of homemade chai. Stretched towards them. As if to say, “please stay.” In the big picture of life, it is a small thing. The spilling of chai. […]