A Home Cook's Journal of Tastes & Morsels
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…
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…
notes on nostalgia: longing for the flavor of Past (becoming that for a moment) round table against a wooden wall + birds chirping at the feed across the way -lively chatter before snack time- and so, it exists [in the present] experience frames set to the color: w i s t f u l pretzels…
current mood: clean laundry splayed on floor, unfolded. bakingcadbury eggschocolate chip cookiesCookiesdeliciouseasterfoodfoodieMinneapolisom nom nomrecipeSpringsweetsyum
Ahem. “Sometimes the one who is running from the Life/Death/Life nature insists on thinking of love as a boon only. Yet love in its fullest form is a series of deaths and rebirths. We let go of one phase, one aspect of love, and enter another. Passion dies and is brought back. Pain is chased…
Melt. And release. A ball of clementine dough. Rolled atop parchment, it meets heat and spreads into what is next. It becomes, and we start to see the rest as contrast -tightening so that we know what it might be like to let go- because maybe the intent and the impact can be irrelevant, even…
Apparently A monster can be defined as, “an imaginary creature that is typically large, ugly, and frightening.” (Google) Except. We do not imagine them. They are not monumentally creatures. They are not always large and ugly. They are the things we do not want to face. This is why we are afraid. Apparently these cookies…
