A Home Cook's Journal of Tastes & Morsels
How to try and mend a heart. Take a road trip. See new faces. Relocate, as many times as you have to. Read. Don’t read. Lose concentration. Let someone think whatever they want without trying to resolve it. Let that ruin other opinions because it wasn’t your poison, anyway. Practice yoga. Stop practicing yoga. Practice…
Matcha, matcha, matcha. Somewhere, in the space between primary colors. Honeyed hot water and ground green tea whisked with bamboo. Wrists flicking, we move with an M or a W. Crackles as the warm liquid pours over. A lid, and another lid. Shake. Green speckles on white. A storyline, splashed here and there. Unplanned polka…
I wrote another post for this and then I deleted it. It was about nothing, which wasn’t what I wanted to say. I have been known to get a little weird this time of year, anyway. It has been nearly half my life that I have been weird this time of year. Thirteen years. And…
Let me tell you about the kind of face I have. You see my face, and your reactions to it change. To start, it’s probably a face you’ve cackled with. At work, it’s the kind of face that makes your coffee, which you sure like to flip out about sometimes. At home, it’s the kind…
A recent day: I awake at 4:30am to the repetitive BEEP of my alarm (frankly, the only sound that does not irk the paralyzing fear of waking up in the middle of the night into negative associations). Given that I set out my things the night before, I do the bare minimum of preparations to…
I once had a professor tell me that everyone’s lives are governed by the Law of Least Effort. It’s an interesting thought, really; basically, he explained, we are all most inclined to do the things that seem to deplete us of the least of our resources. In many cases, this means we take the easy…
Please bear in mind as I write this that the cutesie idea I have for shared smoothie bowls (just in time for Valentine’s Day, naturally) did not spawn from any romantic gestures on my part. I’m afraid that, between Daniel and I, I feel more like I am the lucky one. See, Dan is the…
