A Home Cook's Journal of Tastes & Morsels
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…
blessing the boats may the tide that is entering even now the lip of our understanding carry you out beyond the face of fear may you kiss the wind then turn from it certain that it will love your back may you open your eyes to water water waving forever and may you in your…
Something is bubbling, somewhere. Hot steam above purple water. Making fuchsia goop. It melts into chocolate, which turns to batter. Then, it’s cake. Somewhere, -between beets and a creme fraiche cloak- it becomes. bakerbakingbeet cakebeetscakechocolatedeliciousdessertfoodfoodieMinneapolisreciperoot vegetablessnack cakesweetsvegetarianyum
notes on nostalgia: longing for the flavor of Past (becoming that for a moment) round table against a wooden wall + birds chirping at the feed across the way -lively chatter before snack time- and so, it exists [in the present] experience frames set to the color: w i s t f u l pretzels…
