A Home Cook's Journal of Tastes & Morsels
A story can be true for ages, until it isn’t anymore. It’s a shape you make for fluid. It’ll look like whatever it lands in. You get to decide how that operates and [if it changes or it doesn’t and] how to navigate what you’ve got. //I’m not pointing fingers// I know you’ll do the…
[Read: Make My Pecan Pie!!!!!] Friends, I have excellent news. I woke up at 4:14am and I could not sleep again this morning (good news pending, wait for it). This has been happening for about a week, and I cannot yet confirm if Google is right, and I am encountering a spiritual or existential transformation.…
love. thank you. inhales and exhales thought consciously remembering how easy love could arrive. how it meant something to thank you. release all of that, before a ballon threatened to pop beneath your rib cage each time and you stopped even listening to your breath and you couldn’t concentrate and suddenly it’s years later and…
You know, the best things I’ve encountered are unassuming. Perhaps a bit rough around the edges. Dirt-colored pie crust crumbling on its way to a plate. I suppose I have seen many things go unplanned in one direction or another since we met. [It’s been a long time.] And I was thinking- perhaps a trip…
notes on trickery + jack-o-lanterns on oreos: I realized upon waking that I am not the same person. I have lost the parts of me that fit, back then. And I would not describe the loss Ideal, nor would I admit those limbs have not been phantom, but we are different now + i am…
It is okay to see both sides and still stick where you are stuck. Not everything is understandable at face value and thank God. You don’t ever have to be what you seem from your appearance in one dimension to a single set of eyes on a given day. Everything will go on, as is,…
Simple pleasure: Opening the windows at night to let the chill in. Freshly laundered clothing on your freshly showered body. Stopping for brownies on the way home from work. Not setting an alarm for your afternoon nap. The way the sun shines through the blinds over cookie batter. Cozying on the couch to gossip with…
