A Home Cook's Journal of Tastes & Morsels
There is nothing quite like the steam above a saucepan. A reminder, something is brewing. Think: an appropriate response to the warmth, with nothing expecting anything Other. (Occurring) naturally to things in a pot, heating. [This is all you have to do.] Vegetables in quarters and thirds, beneath sage leaves and sprigs of thyme. Rinds…
When you are tired (perhaps of everything) -and all of it collided a little bit after days of piling- so tired, you thought, “It’s been a life,” when you typed, “It’s been a week.” that is when it is time for toast. / sourdough beneath salty, limey avo cream / itty, red specks of aleppo…
Just remember that the things you put into your head are there forever, he said. You might want to think about that. You forget some things, don’t you? Yes. You forget what you want to remember and you remember what you want to forget. (the road) carrotscomfort foodcookingdeliciousfoodfoodiegluten freehealthyMinneapolisProducereciperoasted red pepperSoupveganvegetableswinterwriting
They arrived. Shaped like a tomato. Plump, coral rounds with thick, stiff leaves. this is [the most wonderful time of the year] / prosciutto ribbons, rendered fat / thyme-y red onions cooked down in their sugars like jam / then, creamy, white burrata plop! Steam, fresh out of the oven to meet chive confetti and…
I understand now. This does not make it acceptable or okay. But. I do understand. This is to say that I have realized we collide. And it can be so difficult to predict the various directions we refract from there, it seems. Just think of all the places we have been, and how no one…
(eye)Lids close, and the projector finds its starting point. You see: The same story. The same one. You do not have to see it again, really. It is written. [And it is over.] And you were there. But it plays again, anyway. Slides clicking, light flicking. What a long time to repeat oneself through the…
Arundhati Roy pointed out, “There are things that can be forgotten. And things that cannot-that sit on dusty shelves like stuffed birds with baleful, sideways staring eyes.” And she was right. If I were to summarize my character, it would be with this: recently, I sat on a bench in my favorite book store waiting…
