A Home Cook's Journal of Tastes & Morsels
I remember a brick of feta drizzled in olive oil. That’s it? The concept seemed so foreign. Yes. Please. Yes, please. Simple pleasures. Purple buds on tree limbs. A guttural laugh. When you will never let yourself put too much honey in your tea, but someone else does for you and you do not have…
I have forgiven myself. I exhaled once, I am at peace. Beurre Meunière is the kind of term reserved for a classical preparation. Though its origins are peasantry, it requires some level of technicality and execution. I say this, because I have seen burnt butter before. [which is also delicious in certain circumstances, of course,…
A definition. Luck. /lek/ verb * to prosper or succeed especially through chance or good fortune * to come upon something desirable by chance noun * a force that brings good fortune or adversity * the events or circumstances that operate for or against an individual * something that happens to a person by or…
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…
I have been tattooed four times in the same place. It is a sensitive place, a place where the skin is too soft, where it would hurt to be pinched, where the pain refers to other places. I realized this time around, as my White Tulip finally evolved into its greatest self, that there was…
Sometimes, everything is a delicate balance. It isn’t even just the day-in, day-out spinning plates teetering around us, threatening to smash. We all have stuff. We all juggle. We get tricked into thinking we are missing fingers. We find quarters behind ears. We encounter surprises around darkened corners. Sometimes, things pull streamers we hadn’t known…
We have all these terms for groups of animals. A grumble of pugs. A wreck of seabirds. A bed of oysters. A wisdom of wombats. A pride of peacocks. All of these, singular terms to quantify (simply) the wild creatures that surround us. Here’s my question: what might we call the throngs of feral thoughts…
