A Home Cook's Journal of Tastes & Morsels
There’s a word we all say weird. Or, rather, we do not say it in unison. “cahr-muhl.” “cär-uh-mehl.” or, as my mother calls it, “cär-uh-muhl.” This is fine. We do not have to be doing everything at the same time. I recently admitted to myself that I am very tired, and it was big [the…
How to try and mend a heart (part two). I don’t know. There are no answers. It’s going to pump blood and ache or not ache or not ache and then ache again and then not ache for as long as it wants to. For as long as it can. For as long as it’s…
I wrote something about my grandmother when I was a kid, about how one day I would be older and I wouldn’t be able to talk to her, maybe. I wrote it in the third person. She read it back then, and she pointed out to me that she knew it was for her. I…
I made cookies and then I smooshed ’em and I swirled ’em into ice cream. I dolloped that with sweetened condensed milk frosting, topped with more of ’em, crushed. I suppose that isn’t all I learned to do over the course of this most recent revolution around the sun. What a life. Oats and peanut…
Pretend you identify as female and you own a romper with underwires. They poke and prod. They do not bend. Your move. There is a place in the fabric where you can see a little bud. Do you leave it? Do you tug. And when you tug, don’t you feel better. Nothing gets to state…
Don’t you believe in magic. Chubby fingers, a craving met in the cupboard from a cardboard box with singular packages of marshmallow-sandwiching oatmeal cookies. A voice. A statement. Always. Who decides what is / what is not enough. When do we engage restraint. Why don’t we sometimes. Is there a reason we feel entitled to…
On the second level of the Minneapolis Institute of Arts, there are six eyes at the end of a long walkway. They surround the name, “Guillermo del Toro.” Through the entrance are pieces (big / small, spooky / scary, wonky / familiar) that encapsulate things that I have feared. Monsters, ghosts, abnormality, uncertainty. Things we…
