A Home Cook's Journal of Tastes & Morsels
When I saw his name, I thought to myself, What if he’s my next person. My next thought was, Don’t be silly. Then, Don’t not be silly. Setting his order down before his arrival, I recognized he could be any number of unfitting things, really. It was my first day at my new store since…
It is okay to see both sides and still stick where you are stuck. Not everything is understandable at face value and thank God. You don’t ever have to be what you seem from your appearance in one dimension to a single set of eyes on a given day. Everything will go on, as is,…
Simple pleasure: Opening the windows at night to let the chill in. Freshly laundered clothing on your freshly showered body. Stopping for brownies on the way home from work. Not setting an alarm for your afternoon nap. The way the sun shines through the blinds over cookie batter. Cozying on the couch to gossip with…
There is nothing quite like the steam above a saucepan. A reminder, something is brewing. Think: an appropriate response to the warmth, with nothing expecting anything Other. (Occurring) naturally to things in a pot, heating. [This is all you have to do.] Vegetables in quarters and thirds, beneath sage leaves and sprigs of thyme. Rinds…
Effortless: a boat atop a stream like glass. Sweet, magenta petals. Running laps around. Dangling willow wisps that graze your shoulders in the night. How might we infuse what we encounter. Lightning bugs like candles through the trees. Wind in soft exhales before sleep. Cotton wafts, fresh linen on your skin. A space where the…
Just remember that the things you put into your head are there forever, he said. You might want to think about that. You forget some things, don’t you? Yes. You forget what you want to remember and you remember what you want to forget. (the road) carrotscomfort foodcookingdeliciousfoodfoodiegluten freehealthyMinneapolisProducereciperoasted red pepperSoupveganvegetableswinterwriting
I did not think I was rude to the woman at the call center. The phone screen reported: 27 minutes, with ticking seconds. I was still at work, and I would be, until much later in the evening. To be fair, I stepped out for a little while. Aiming to stop at home, I weaved…
