A Home Cook's Journal of Tastes & Morsels
I want the quiet, that slow drip through wet paper. Grounds. The kind of exhale that makes a soft, little noise. It just doesn’t matter very much, really. Sugar and butter make caramel on the stovetop, fragranced with soft drops: tablespoons of lukewarm coffee. You won’t totally notice, really. But it’s there. Pecans and mini…
You know, I have to say: I’ve been learning a lot of lessons lately. First and foremost, I have learned that I would really like to marry an Avett Brother. I suppose that’s a byproduct of the real first and foremost, in which I realized it’s really important to go with your gut. I’ve been…
Perhaps there are so many people who get excited for Halloween because it’s a chance to try on something that normally doesn’t fit. We dress up like the things we are not, we crowd the streets with our bodies instead of our cars, and we parade around neighborhoods and parties asserting to the ones we…
