A Home Cook's Journal of Tastes & Morsels
Y’all. I am thirty years old today. THIRTY! I cannot believe it. I don’t know where I was when this happened. Six months ago, I sat in the corner of a cozy, little pub telling one of my classmates that I was going to make a To Do list for myself before I enter my…
God, I don’t even know where to start. It’s my mother’s sixtieth birthday today. Thirty years ago at this time, she was about to pop. In fact, I stayed ten days late. Our birthdays were supposed to be five days apart. Finally, she decided to eat some fried chicken, to which I replied “PEACE!” After…
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…
Sometimes, when you least expect it, it occurs to you that you have believed a thing or two just a little too long. I don’t know when I started swallowing this pill, but it dawned on me this morning that I have been telling myself for a long while that I can settle for less…
There are some Minnesotans who say that winter isn’t always like this. There are others who say it used to be a million times worse. Then, there are the ones who pick out a more northern city and state how much worse they have it there. I wonder if, like a lot of things in…
