Sometimes I am so engrossed in the details… the tomatoes in their boxes with colorful labels, interesting packages, memories of delicious artichoke hearts paired perfectly with salmon and capers, bland pears, fennels and how I love every bit and form of them… running my fingers over the dried sprig of fennel flowers in my California travelogue and remembering Ayush’s toothless smile. He was barely 5 months old at the time and we celebrated Nini’s 3rd birthday on the day we came home on a red-eye.