A Home Cook's Journal of Tastes & Morsels
God, I don’t even know where to start. It’s my mother’s sixtieth birthday today. Thirty years ago at this time, she was about to pop. In fact, I stayed ten days late. Our birthdays were supposed to be five days apart. Finally, she decided to eat some fried chicken, to which I replied “PEACE!” After…
Sometimes I feel like the woman in Chocolat, traveling when the winds tell her to. Most recently, I keep thinking of the air between the mountains in Asheville. The last time I went was over three years ago. My mother had flown in to meet me in Atlanta on Christmas Day after my shift was…
Y’all. It has been a MONTH. Every recipe I have tried to make lately has not worked out. I have been a disaster! I don’t even know what that’s about. Normally, I am so good at anticipating a recipe. I research and make educated decisions for how to treat the ingredients. Then, I come up…
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…
