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Quick Pickled Red Onions

(eye)Lids close, and the projector finds its starting point. You see: The same story. The same one. You do not have to see it again, really. It is written. [And it is over.] And you were there. But it plays again, anyway. Slides clicking, light flicking. What a long time to repeat oneself through the…


Pickled Blueberries with Chamomile, Cinnamon, and Ginger

Why is it that nothing ever looks the way I intend it to? I just don’t get it. There was a time just over a year ago when I would practice Ashtanga six times a week. I would wake up at 6am on days off, if need be, so long as that meant I could…