Narrative

When I hosted my Airbnb, mornings became a small ritual of hospitality. I would always prepare a Mediterranean breakfast, a spread that was simple to put together. It required little more than boiling a few eggs and brewing fragrant cardamom coffee alongside a pot of saffron tea. A pitcher of freshly squeezed orange juice added brightness, while the rest involved artfully arranging a bowl of creamy yogurt, plump Medjool dates, briny Kalamata olives, and a basket of warm pita