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…
What if we wonder, Does it come easily? and not in the way that inaction might, or giving up, or remaining uninvolved [because all of those may be the more complicated option at some point, depending on the circumstances] Instead, does it come easily? as in, Does it come out of you like breath, returning…
It has taken me 25 years, but I am starting to think that frosting a cake is overrated. Obviously, this is a very serious matter. Believe me, I have not taken the responsibility of frosting consideration lightly. And it isn’t that I am impartial to it; you are reading the script of a girl who…
I recall little things, milestones, and the moments in between. Each meant it was time for something. That time I turned 25? Ice cream. That time the coffee grinder broke before the morning rush? 15 hours of sleep. When I graduated from college? Drinks, and lots of ’em. Moving away to Minneapolis? White Cheddar Popcorn.…
I have been meaning to make this sauce for months. You know, I really don’t feel like the busiest person in the world. I work, I come home, I visit people, I do things. It seems pretty simple. It’s also enjoyable, overall. It’s just that, when I think about the things I intend to do,…
As some of you know, I did my undergraduate research on self-control failure (for a very brief overview and an excellent recipe for chocolate lovers, check out my lavender brownie bites post). The cool thing about studying a topic like self-control is that it extends to pretty much everything: emotion regulation, dieting, aggression, interpersonal relationships,…
In general, I am not one for repeating myself. I think this comes from years of being stepped on, despite my protestations. To be clear, I mean that literally–I have been stepped on A LOT. I don’t know what’s going on with you, world, but I do, in fact, exist, and I try my best…
