A Home Cook's Journal of Tastes & Morsels
Sometimes I feel like the woman in Chocolat, traveling when the winds tell her to. Most recently, I keep thinking of the air between the mountains in Asheville. The last time I went was over three years ago. My mother had flown in to meet me in Atlanta on Christmas Day after my shift was…
Y’all. It has been a MONTH. Every recipe I have tried to make lately has not worked out. I have been a disaster! I don’t even know what that’s about. Normally, I am so good at anticipating a recipe. I research and make educated decisions for how to treat the ingredients. Then, I come up…
An Open Letter to the Woman I Was, Leaving Nashville: You will find yourself omitting coffee early this morning to beat traffic. You will think it is a smart idea to wait until you are outside the city. It is not. Five hours later, you will finally pass a Starbucks. You will go in, and…
If you know it is good, then let yourself have it. Sign up for the yoga class that costs more money, if it’s the one you want to take. Sleep 12 hours. Have coffee in the afternoon-even if you maybe know yourself better-and enjoy it with nice company. Then, wonder why you’re awake at 4am…
I suppose I didn’t want to end on the note, “Smurf vaginas.” And also, I’d never made rugelach before. Admittedly, I wasn’t quite sure how this was going to go. The reviews of this particular recipe were a dichotomy of raves and frustrated failures. I think the only thing I could suggest when you encounter…
love. thank you. inhales and exhales thought consciously remembering how easy love could arrive. how it meant something to thank you. release all of that, before a ballon threatened to pop beneath your rib cage each time and you stopped even listening to your breath and you couldn’t concentrate and suddenly it’s years later and…
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…
