Miso Caramel

Dear Ola,

I am writing to you from somewhere above the Tien Shan mountains. Boston has been undergoing a veritably apocalyptic winter, below me stretch out seemingly endless waves of snow-covered peaks, and I am returning from the subtropics to the snowy steppe (actually Almaty is in the foothills, not in the steppe, and the snow has probably melted by now, but Google tells me that the temperatures are still hovering around freezing, so I feel entitled to some poetic license).


Posted on March 28, 2015 .