A Home Cook's Journal of Tastes & Morsels
*tw for discussion of depression, suicide I have not really talked about this before, but a number of years ago, I took a road trip. I drove to the house where my father died and I stood outside of it for a long time. I had inherited that house when I was a kid, 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…
Truthfully, there is a bit of a layered story behind this. Now, I admit I am not an expert when it comes to Norwegian Christmas recipes, but I am told that Serinakaker are one such item in that category. It sounds like, typically, they are topped with pearl sugar or chopped almonds. I don’t eat…
A story can be true for ages, until it isn’t anymore. It’s a shape you make for fluid. It’ll look like whatever it lands in. You get to decide how that operates and [if it changes or it doesn’t and] how to navigate what you’ve got. //I’m not pointing fingers// I know you’ll do the…
[Read: Make My Pecan Pie!!!!!] Friends, I have excellent news. I woke up at 4:14am and I could not sleep again this morning (good news pending, wait for it). This has been happening for about a week, and I cannot yet confirm if Google is right, and I am encountering a spiritual or existential transformation.…
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…
