A Home Cook's Journal of Tastes & Morsels
Y’all. I am thirty years old today. THIRTY! I cannot believe it. I don’t know where I was when this happened. Six months ago, I sat in the corner of a cozy, little pub telling one of my classmates that I was going to make a To Do list for myself before I enter my…
If you know it is good, then let yourself have it. Sign up for the yoga class that costs more money, if it’s the one you want to take. Sleep 12 hours. Have coffee in the afternoon-even if you maybe know yourself better-and enjoy it with nice company. Then, wonder why you’re awake at 4am…
I suppose I didn’t want to end on the note, “Smurf vaginas.” And also, I’d never made rugelach before. Admittedly, I wasn’t quite sure how this was going to go. The reviews of this particular recipe were a dichotomy of raves and frustrated failures. I think the only thing I could suggest when you encounter…
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…
There are all kinds of people in the world (and sometimes, that’s unfortunate). There are good ones, bad ones, good ones that have been bad to some, bad ones that have been good to some…we have all met our fair share of “types.” You know, as a barista, I encounter all of them. Daily. In…
Friends, now that I am standing on the other side of it, I realize that, in the last however many months, I was at a crossroads. I like to think that, despite popular opinion, being in such a predicament does not necessarily mean you are motionless. See, had I actually been situated in front of…
If you go to the grocery store this time of year, you will probably find an abundance of citrus fruits. Living in Florida, I would frequent the farmer’s market that spanned the entirety of tiny downtown Sarasota, pondering the potential of the foreign, but somehow familiar pomelo. Until I lived there, I was the most…
