A Home Cook's Journal of Tastes & Morsels
I remember a brick of feta drizzled in olive oil. That’s it? The concept seemed so foreign. Yes. Please. Yes, please. Simple pleasures. Purple buds on tree limbs. A guttural laugh. When you will never let yourself put too much honey in your tea, but someone else does for you and you do not have…
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…
I have forgiven myself. I exhaled once, I am at peace. Beurre Meunière is the kind of term reserved for a classical preparation. Though its origins are peasantry, it requires some level of technicality and execution. I say this, because I have seen burnt butter before. [which is also delicious in certain circumstances, of course,…
A definition. Luck. /lek/ verb * to prosper or succeed especially through chance or good fortune * to come upon something desirable by chance noun * a force that brings good fortune or adversity * the events or circumstances that operate for or against an individual * something that happens to a person by or…
I can’t get the smell of this soup out of my crockpot. I don’t mean to dissuade you from making my recipe. It’s just that, whenever I open the cupboard where my crockpot is, I can still smell gusts of sage-y, savory air. It isn’t the worst. If I reach for a tupperware container, or…
So, let me tell you a little bit about my favorite gal, Grace. I met her a few years ago through work, in which, on our very first night working together, I first experienced the magnanimity of her spirit. See, she ended up with a bloody nose, and witnessed, firsthand, the AWFUL inclination I have…
Goodness, time flies. One minute, you’re watching your spirit animal, a dog named Moose, leap onto the counter and take a giant bite out of the cake at your farewell party; the next, you’re living in Atlanta and it suddenly dawns on you that next week is Thanksgiving. I am currently sitting on my living…
