A Home Cook's Journal of Tastes & Morsels
An Open Letter to the Woman I Was, Leaving Nashville: You will find yourself omitting coffee early this morning to beat traffic. You will think it is a smart idea to wait until you are outside the city. It is not. Five hours later, you will finally pass a Starbucks. You will go in, and…
Sometimes, when you least expect it, it occurs to you that you have believed a thing or two just a little too long. I don’t know when I started swallowing this pill, but it dawned on me this morning that I have been telling myself for a long while that I can settle for less…
There are some Minnesotans who say that winter isn’t always like this. There are others who say it used to be a million times worse. Then, there are the ones who pick out a more northern city and state how much worse they have it there. I wonder if, like a lot of things in…
Ten years ago today, I lay on a hospital bed before what was supposed to be an appendectomy. I had eaten half of an egg roll the night before, and my body had revolted. The surgeon told me that he would not be removing my appendix, after all. It was a close call, and most…
When I saw his name, I thought to myself, What if he’s my next person. My next thought was, Don’t be silly. Then, Don’t not be silly. Setting his order down before his arrival, I recognized he could be any number of unfitting things, really. It was my first day at my new store since…
There are a lot of reasons WHY that I can give you here. First: after my grandmother developed dementia, I would go get slices of her favorite cake, this kind, whenever I wished I could reach her. I grew to like it quite a lot in that time. Second: it is attributed to the American…
*tw for discussion of depression, suicide I have not really talked about this before, but a number of years ago, I took a road trip. I drove to the house where my father died and I stood outside of it for a long time. I had inherited that house when I was a kid, and…
