A Home Cook's Journal of Tastes & Morsels
On the second level of the Minneapolis Institute of Arts, there are six eyes at the end of a long walkway. They surround the name, “Guillermo del Toro.” Through the entrance are pieces (big / small, spooky / scary, wonky / familiar) that encapsulate things that I have feared. Monsters, ghosts, abnormality, uncertainty. Things we…
Can we ever really just walk into a room, or? I think that we forget sometimes to be receptive. I wonder what it must be like to arrive someplace and observe what arises. And sit with it. Instead, we greet it with all the things we carried along. No wonder things blow up in our…
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…
If you know me in real life, then maybe don’t talk to me about this. Unless I bring it up. I recently woke from a dream in which someone had taken the ice cubes from the tray I like. [I have two trays.] It happened when I wasn’t looking. There has been a ghost. I…
Once upon a time, two people lived across the street from one another for decades. Back then, she was wild-haired and eccentric–blushing her cheeks with lipstick at the window, counting the birds feeding at the end of the drive. She was known to succumb to her own worries and whims, but he was safe–a gentle…
I witnessed someone say a beautiful thing to a group of people recently, and I am about to extend it to how YOU have been to me, dear reader. Bear with me a moment while I get us there. We reached Utthita Hasta Padangustasana in a led Ashtanga class I have been attending this week,…
I woke up on an anniversary of something recently to find the Minnesota sky streaked with purples, pinks, and reds. The watercolor was broken by cracks of pitch black, leafless branches stretching into the air. I thought for a moment about how the backdrop of it all-the colorfully rising sun-reminded me a bit of the…
