A Home Cook's Journal of Tastes & Morsels
This cake was supposed to have tahini in it. Tahini, rosewater, cardamom, and blueberries. Sounds like the makings of an intriguing type of halva. Doesn’t it. I had it all. Softened butter. Yolks separated from whites. Ground cardamom. Rosewater. Thick, fatty, smooth tahini, and a cup for measuring. When it came time to include that…
We have all these terms for groups of animals. A grumble of pugs. A wreck of seabirds. A bed of oysters. A wisdom of wombats. A pride of peacocks. All of these, singular terms to quantify (simply) the wild creatures that surround us. Here’s my question: what might we call the throngs of feral thoughts…
Why is it that nothing ever looks the way I intend it to? I just don’t get it. There was a time just over a year ago when I would practice Ashtanga six times a week. I would wake up at 6am on days off, if need be, so long as that meant I could…
Please bear in mind as I write this that the cutesie idea I have for shared smoothie bowls (just in time for Valentine’s Day, naturally) did not spawn from any romantic gestures on my part. I’m afraid that, between Daniel and I, I feel more like I am the lucky one. See, Dan is the…
My mother told me recently that my grandmother’s favorite time of day, without a doubt, was early morning. It wasn’t necessarily the waking up, but the quiet. She’d tiptoe around the house in her slip with rollers in her hair, sipping all the while at her fresh cup of coffee in a Tim Horton’s mug.…
