A Home Cook's Journal of Tastes & Morsels
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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…
Lately, I have been actively seeking more information related to interruption. It’s fascinating, really. Research (here and here and, more broadly, here, to start) shows that women are interrupted significantly more frequently than men are, and that men are significantly more likely to interrupt than women, and that men are significantly more likely to interrupt…
Well, well, well. Five years looks good on us. Someone proposed to me recently that maybe our bodies remember the things we have encountered. In terms of this website (and the memories I have stored), my body thinks of: Apple-Asian Pear Pie with White Cheddar Crust and Bacon Streusel, Zucchini Pizza with Lemon and Chives,…
Years ago now, I made squash cookies. I remember freezing them so they would be out of sight. I remember you eating them from the freezer. My favorite moment was waking up in the middle of the night wondering where you were. I suppose I didn’t like that part, but rather, what I found: cookies…
When life breaks your honey cake. [sigh] I couldn’t tell you what happened. I am sure it was user error. Sometimes, intentions are irrelevant. Sometimes, the thing is going to break whether you meant for it, or not. It can be about what you make of it afterward. [whipped cream folded into vanilla-ed sweetened condensed…
