A Home Cook's Journal of Tastes & Morsels
There are a lot of reasons WHY that I can give you here. First: after my grandmother developed dementia, I would go get slices of her favorite cake, this kind, whenever I wished I could reach her. I grew to like it quite a lot in that time. Second: it is attributed to the American…
*tw for discussion of depression, suicide I have not really talked about this before, but a number of years ago, I took a road trip. I drove to the house where my father died and I stood outside of it for a long time. I had inherited that house when I was a kid, and…
I thought about calling this “I’m Going To Grad School” Tres Leches. It’s exciting, I guess. I had reached a point where I would rather receive the rejection letter than wonder what else my life could look like. I applied to one place I knew I would get in. And then, I applied to the…
Something is bubbling, somewhere. Hot steam above purple water. Making fuchsia goop. It melts into chocolate, which turns to batter. Then, it’s cake. Somewhere, -between beets and a creme fraiche cloak- it becomes. bakerbakingbeet cakebeetscakechocolatedeliciousdessertfoodfoodieMinneapolisreciperoot vegetablessnack cakesweetsvegetarianyum
currently: blushing blooming blossoming blinking [eyes open] / hear that squish magenta juice, coral flesh making fragrant + t u r n i n g pink in some wayshapeform (or cake) bakerbakingblood orangeblood orange cakecakedeliciousfoodfoodielet them eat cakeMinneapolisomnomnomrecipesummerwritingyum
Be velvet. Be so softsorichsolush that anything other than love and kind and admiration just turns to space [see: a bulbous spider consumes the trapped within its fibers in an episode of This Is The Other Side] Be sodamnfull it transforms the rest to either nothingness, or smooth sweet cloud cream fluff atop sugar and…
Every once in a while, the faded parts resurface, and there is love. Right ankle crossed over the left, big toe balanced and slanting. Upright. Leaning. This is how we say goodbye. I have heard that we are all just bits and bobs held together by what we believe. That we can change, because we…
