I Think It’s Rad(icchio) When You Shake Your Couscous

Hi, my name is Angela and I am addicted to high drama.  And not the Bravo-flavored, housewife sassin’, backstabbing kind.  I’m talking about the cinematic moments where your life blurs into a movie and you get to pen the script and set the soundtrack all by yourself.  So it’s no surprise that I live for instances that make my heart ache from their sheer beauty, typically created by a bit of music, an inspiring ingredient, or a splash of design.  And sometimes, when I am disgustingly lucky, I’ll get all of the above in one fell swoop.  My friends know that in these moments, I’ll tend to gush and grow a little manic trying to cram in my fill, but I chalk it up as a response that makes me inherently me.  The moments between these fits is merely life pausing for me, only to resume when my next blissful obsession hits. Continue reading Couscous Salad with Grilled Radicchio, Grapes and Goat Cheese →