At first, half the periphery was visible in the horizon, like an arch of fire, with the most brilliant indentations. Soon afterwards, a new and singular phænomenon was displayed: the upper part of this semi-orb seemed separated from its truncated segment below, and remained suspended above it, like a lambent flame over an expiring lamp; […]

He touched the heights of the Misty City and the sea-fog that had walled it in through the night as with walls of unquarried marble--albeit the eaves had dripped in the darkness as after a summer shower--and anon the opaque vapors dissolved and fled away.

It was on that occasion and many more like it that I got to know a great Morelian cook and restaurateuse, Livier Ruiz, who has become a cherished friend. I have published a few of her recipes before and here is one of hers and two simple ones from the food fair.

She fended away his eager hands.