A Home Cook's Journal of Tastes & Morsels
Aren’t Clementines supposed to be out of season? My whole life, I have spent Christmases peeling plump wreaths of sweet orange-ness. It is now the end of March, and I feel like a chipmunk-cheeked, cake-baking and -eating fraud. Wikipedia tells me that the ones I used to make this cake were birthed on the cusp…
This cake was supposed to have tahini in it. Tahini, rosewater, cardamom, and blueberries. Sounds like the makings of an intriguing type of halva. Doesn’t it. I had it all. Softened butter. Yolks separated from whites. Ground cardamom. Rosewater. Thick, fatty, smooth tahini, and a cup for measuring. When it came time to include that…
Thoughts that I remember occurring to me as a kid in a cafeteria: “I wonder if So and So would let me eat the cheese off of her pizza.” Gross. “My bangs are getting long, but are they too long?” Let them grow out. “I am emotionally uncomfortable around people, so I will playfully punch…
Let them eat cake. I have been scouring the internet lately, and it seems there is a tremendous amount of doubt as to whether or not those words were ever uttered by Marie Antoinette. It is a representation of disparity. History was made by a man placing words onto a woman. What a transference of…
Take a minute, and think about all of the times that we eat cake. We commemorate birthdays, holidays, and graduations with candles and confections. We recognize the achievements of those we love with layers of pastry and frosting. We gather around sweet rounds to remember the lives of those we have lost. MOST IMPORTANTLY, we…
Last year, I walked into work on Halloween and found my coworker, Connor, just as I often did: tall, FULL of charm, and bifocaled. His cap was as it usually was. His hair hadn’t been messed with. In fact, the only difference about Connor was that his name tag read, “JOHN.” I laughed so hard.…
Last year at this time, I remember eating a lot of apples. I didn’t discriminate; I went for all kinds. I roasted Gala apples with other vegetables; I made ribbons out of Granny Smiths for salads; and I packed at least two Pink Ladies in my bag on the way to work every day. I…
