A Home Cook's Journal of Tastes & Morsels
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…
if what you want and need is pure and good, do not hear the ones who say you should not have it. already, there are so many expectations placed, and happiness cannot be contingent on certain criteria determined by those without your greatest good in mind. no one else decides your capacity for fulfillment. (or…
Be velvet. Be so softsorichsolush that anything other than love and kind and admiration just turns to space [see: a bulbous spider consumes the trapped within its fibers in an episode of This Is The Other Side] Be sodamnfull it transforms the rest to either nothingness, or smooth sweet cloud cream fluff atop sugar and…
Every once in a while, the faded parts resurface, and there is love. Right ankle crossed over the left, big toe balanced and slanting. Upright. Leaning. This is how we say goodbye. I have heard that we are all just bits and bobs held together by what we believe. That we can change, because we…
My bad. Well, actually. How about a lesson in: Accountability. see/do: Oops! I made peanut butter batter to swirl into the brownies. Fuck, I really didn’t mean to make them richer and more delicious. God, I was even planning to eat healthfully today. What a knucklehead I am for doing this thing that I openly…
Ahem. “Sometimes the one who is running from the Life/Death/Life nature insists on thinking of love as a boon only. Yet love in its fullest form is a series of deaths and rebirths. We let go of one phase, one aspect of love, and enter another. Passion dies and is brought back. Pain is chased…
Years ago now, I made squash cookies. I remember freezing them so they would be out of sight. I remember you eating them from the freezer. My favorite moment was waking up in the middle of the night wondering where you were. I suppose I didn’t like that part, but rather, what I found: cookies…
